Or Did I Mean Indelible
I am 10p away from sitting outside
the station wrapped in a sleeping bag
The only good thing about the company
that uses me
is the customers and friends i meet
but some of them are
Pricks up your ears
Longing for the sound
as foot hits ground
and home ifs found
i am inedible
or did i mean indelible
Wasting my time with time
Put your finger to screen
before you touch
all i am
dies
just between
Last though for the night
why do amnesiacs on tv always remember
how to speak
Think your words can touch
your reaching
for the mist
you missed
nothing here exists
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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