you who left
gave me stories
you would deny
you are photographs
once a moving picture
you had a soundtrack
smells,taste,aromas-
conjuring you now
a photocopy
even if i tried
you would elude
i will do the same for you.
tracking in mud
for the cleaners to smile
man raking leaves
every Autumn-superannuation!
by the time you read this
we will have both moved on
transience is permanent.
after my death,another death
this is how we live !
new years eve
how many more?
skyscrapers ,anonymous
reflecting each others emptiness
in the rich hotel
PRICELINE poets
how long before i notice?
i want to walk and not repeat myself
Perambulation is possible
you are here/looking at this
hope you like mirrors.
Grandfather gone.Father gone
Do we fall off or into this world?
my dial up friends are all wired
i blame coffee.
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