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Tanned Sand Recliners  (revised)

    (SP Summerscales)



Its cold outside
now Summer , Autumn's
gone
I have a lot of why's
to what the f**k
is going on .


There's cold
in your ears
frozen eyes
produce light bulbs
of tears
they attempt to melt down
realities fears .


Tell me , when you walk
home
do you feel
the crisp biting
wind
do you hear January
groan
are we
or is it just me
estranged in my own
alone
unreality .


I know I exist
or at least
I hope so
does everyone else
or are they
all , mental ghosts .
.


What is it of
we consist
is it just a part
of one anothers
imaginations mist.


I know theres a sun
somewhere behind a cloud
we all know that
the earth is round
and that our ears
appeared to hear
sound
but why do the wrong hands
always clutch the pounds .



Such owners
are tanned
sand
living recliners
who own the fine wine
and the luxury liners
who've made their money
selling drugs to minors
they live
chasing the summer
solar , ultra violet
as some kids mother's in a gutter
miles off
that's why I often wonder
if  life's real
or made up .


.
But its still cold outside
as I walk home
please tell me
I am, not
alone .
Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
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