Gelang For Once
To be unicus.
To belong....
It’s nice, to be unique.
Though I must admit.
I have, an affinity,
for.....
Inanimate ......objects.
And, some.....
Long dead brothers.
Due, to their belonging.
And, my beliefs.
It’s a bond of trust.
They just can’t, break.
Though the dead, may still....
Walk
Still call, my name.
To come, to have a drink.
To, dwell with them, in the past.
While the cobwebs.
Trap time, and space.
They also hold, my memories.
Unrequited, un squandered.
Drunken, unsung..... melodies.
When, I was happy.
When
I belonged.
Giajl © Jim Love