Keep Your Hat OnA Poem by Darryl DavisHold this while I pack… …or am I unpacking? Neither, really, they’re just two fallacies eyeballing us, we shed our skins whenever we grow out of them or they grow weary of us and we slither towards some familiar thickets to scratch our bellies, or to bathe in the long dewy grass, home is whenever the outside meets the inside without touching frequency is a matter of wear You can keep that… …I never use it © 2011 Darryl Davis |
StatsAuthorDarryl DavisBrussels, BelgiumAboutNote: Friend requests sent by people who haven't read/commented on anything of mine will be declined without exception. I'm an American poet in Belgium with a particular interest in fusing free ver.. more..Writing
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