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the poetry of orphans
the dogs ran away
from home for seven
days and the police
didn't care
the Dallai Lama
threw rose petals
over lovers frozen
in a dry pantomime
cigarette butts
shield the eyes of
children from the
naked truth of
the David
and the days
are bastards,
orphans that
belong to no
one
but they play
on like a long,
cool Coltrane
solo that drive
the hours into
unabated
fury
04/04/11:07/est
Published 5th Apr 2020
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5th Apr 2020 4:12am
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5th Apr 2020 12:13pm
Maybe she will? Who knows the future, eh.
Good to hear from you diz.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Good to hear from you diz.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
5th Apr 2020 3:45pm
o_O C(S)o(u)ltrane!
It does seem like they drone on without end during these trying times. The title leads right into the feeling of the poem.
Well done, you.
It does seem like they drone on without end during these trying times. The title leads right into the feeling of the poem.
Well done, you.
5th Apr 2020 4:17pm
