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delusional
delusional
old bricks, red and crumbling
flowers bright blue and crisp
and i wondered where you had gone
behind a wall that did not exist
the sky silently wept over me
clouds crawled by like angels wings
san francisco died in the swirling mist
it was just one of those things
a melody whined through my head
pianos and violins kept the music slow
i decided to try life one more day
there really was nowhere else to go
mortar crumbles into dust at my feet
from a wall that will soon fall down
i’ll stay a bit longer until it is done
i suppose i’ll eventually be found
i lay my head on the cold, hard sidewalk
i give my body one last jerk and twist
waiting for the bricks that will never fall
behind a wall that does not exist
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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