don’t stand so close to me
I’m uncomfortable in my thoughts
needing a hand to reach out
and take me somewhere
I’ve never been
somewhere far far away
I can’t seem to find a natural
position on a couch without pillows
so I sit up and cross my legs
asking the stranger in the room
what it was she just asked me
for some reason I got the police
stuck in the head
most likely from some tweet
I may have happened upon
or perhaps from a flashback
circa nineteen eighty
either way I’m suddenly uneasy
feeling like I need some
kind of fix I can’t seem to lay
my hands on
knowing full well talking things
through may not do the trick
april two thousand nineteen
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A bad being very well expressed in all these words. I really like 🙂
Thanks so much, Gyslaine!
You rocked this one (tee hee)
Aw thanks, Trace!
Very good blog post. I certainly love this site.
Keep it up!
thank-you