Comatose
My mind wanders aimlessly,My head bobbles as a fan whirs...somewhere?
Dreams come in unison, sporadically.
I startle, as a bird flutters by the window,
Six rings of a phone...silence again, only louder.
Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney
Comatose
My mind wanders aimlessly,pocketofdreams6 commented on Comatose
06-25-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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