like the existential frozen gaze of alain deleon from across a smoke veiled room that finds your tripping faux pas
a broken alarm clock on the road that a crow is walking around
the song on the radio you catch just as you wake up in the middle of
the night that you have trying for years to find just as it ends
the sharp stillness before violence vomits out
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Still working on this.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good ones Jon, especially the song on the radio.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
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