Anothingwholeordyword
don't worry i'm fine
this trance takes a minute
I’m not at all confused
after imagining whispers
among the bushes in my garden
all calm if an imaginary specter
pass and see my sleepy eyes
through his melancholy view
like in my ‘83 drug time
when the sound leaked from the speakers
dousing the room of that beautiful girl
who is dead today
I really decide to ditch calculators
and other real stuff
turn my back on everything
that doesn't bring me enough
emotion and passion and fiction
that I need
to survive myself
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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