Where
Do you miss others
the way I do?
No perhaps not.
You search for traces
not in open spaces
but in habits and holes
My wide open net
cast out onto the world
seeks not but finds
Some anonymous words;
more poems with no rhyme,
and dead pictures like a stitch in time
the way I do?
No perhaps not.
You search for traces
not in open spaces
but in habits and holes
My wide open net
cast out onto the world
seeks not but finds
Some anonymous words;
more poems with no rhyme,
and dead pictures like a stitch in time