Friday 17 August 2012

A FRIEND SPOKE TO ME


i wonder who i am

she says dragging on a long white cigarette

which
hat
you got on?  

i say rolling a fag

or you posing a deeper question?

not hats

she says eyes on the distant fields ploughed into straight yellow lines

i wonder it a lot
and
you
know
what?  there isnt an answer

this answer pleases me - in silence we smoke
pondering
gazing
at
the
farmers patterns

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