Why Do I Write

WHY DO I WRITE ?



For there is nothing else I can do
For I like the taste of ink on my palm 
For my lady prefers soap operas 
In the cloudy nights  
For the clock is still humming a tune
 That has lost its denture 
In the immigration office 
For there is no other thing I can do at all 
I am writing right now 
And because I have no time left to read the headlines 
Before I go to bed 
To share nights with the pillow in red
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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January 5, 2016 at 1:08 PM
this is deep...
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