WORN FLAG STONES

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JOURNAL # 37

limp and lilting
I squat
denying what is there
get your brain on the heart's stage
the emptiness screams
into my ear
a bogus wind just brought in a storm
and here I stand
with no raincoat to speak of
just excuses adhering to the forlorn
an insincere memory of the moment
leaves a foul metallic taste upon my
spirit's tongue
feeling more walked over than
'Worn Flag Stones'
at a cemetery
I meander in
what I only wish
from which to get out from
this misery
that raccoons my every step.................
(Jan. 01, 2010 610am)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

feeling low about many things not going my way and spending alone time over the New Year holiday.

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