Thursday, May 11, 2017

Poem (With Apologies to Michael Nesmith)

Short poem for a Thursday night, Drunkards.

I have
Never
Felt so untouched

As today's
Numb reachless
Nothing
Touch.

I am
Stronger
When not compromised

By false
Daily routine
Taps on my

Vulnerabilities.

Probably you're hearing music
Without me.
And that is good.

The music I hear
Doesn't need
Your validation.

Go, listen.

You and I
Travel
To the beat
Of a different drum.

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