Wednesday, August 19

poem written with a dog laying on my foot

Enough things stay closed

when I tried to get on
line

a text box
popped up

host refused connection
try again later

when I tried again
it repeated

I was at ease
while I was

used to this
feeling
that drives the car
late at night
to see the city empty

unconditionally
accepting

while the grey bird
touches the pizza
place’s awning

you are somewhere sleeping
and I jingle toward the lock

3 comments:

  1. damn dude. i just started reading your blog. these poems are fucking great.

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  2. Very nice, i like it. But it shows the dog was distracting you, the sentence jump from one thing to another, it is intersting to see brain work(just being ironic, I liked the poem for real).
    take care

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