Comatose
My mind wanders aimlessly,My head bobbles as a fan whirs...somewhere?
Dreams come in unison, sporadically.
I startle, as a bird flutters by the window,
Six rings of a phone...silence again, only louder.
Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney
Comatose
My mind wanders aimlessly,pocketofdreams6 commented on Comatose
06-25-2009
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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