One night you are here
In the middle of it all
The buzz
The night
The night life
The light
The crowds
Adrenaline
Rush
Ecstasy
The excessive flow
Of feelings
Rushing
Pushing down your throat
One night you are here
In life
In the midst of it
The crowds suffocate you
Life suffocates you
With its excesses and magnitude
And
Then
Just
Stillness
And you wonder
Whether it is the ability to breathe
That dictates
A life
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
1 comment:
I think the ability to breathe dictates the life that matters, want dictates the life that smothers us.
lovely poem
Rick
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