Thursday, May 11, 2017

Poem (With Apologies to Michael Nesmith)

Short poem for a Thursday night, Drunkards.

I have
Felt so untouched

As today's
Numb reachless

I am
When not compromised

By false
Daily routine
Taps on my


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
To the beat
Of a different drum.

1 comment:

  1. It was a nice and beautiful poem. I love reading poems from the internet as well as some books from the library. It feels good to read a story in rhyming words and get the enjoyment in little time.


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