the days pass ceaselessly
in french and spanglish
c'est la vie
english is troublesome
but the trouble
with trouble
is that
when you don't have it
seguro lo das
and i'm not having any
these days
writing songs
or listing pages
of encryptions
to my heart
i'm not struggling
to straggle
along behind
the stage coach
driverless
as my mind
the ease of peace
skittles inconsistently
off ripples in a puddle
disturbed by prayers
heaven bound
e-mails
almost guaranteed
to be mistranslated
and get stuck in poems
about puddles in trouble
trouble with trouble
is
there's never enough
What are you reading for?
Comments
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Ah!
You did not lose your touch, and I am sure in many tongues you are as swift as a tongueless narrator paged on skies and in streams!
Such good wordplay here; ever the juggler of giggling jiggles. Please tell me I did not write a wrong, Chris!
I see you have buried yourself in books now? Please let me know how you are.
Blessed Be.
Myra
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hells yeah!!!
great job i love every single min of it.
My fav lines were
"i'm not struggling
to straggle
along behind
the stage coach
driverless
as my mind"
great damn job wit dat....
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