staring out the hotel window
i'm not counting cars
i'm staring at them
waiting to feel that you're near
feeling only my fast
I need to be held
by you.
Labels: poem
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
i'm not counting cars
i'm staring at them
waiting to feel that you're near
feeling only my fast
I need to be held
by you.
Labels: poem
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