In a Strange LandA Poem by Leslie PhilibertAbout a place I wasn`t born in.
I am moving on an unwatched stage.
Clown`s mouth gobbing at silence, open,shut,open,shut. Peeking birdlike round my door, I daily change the positions of my body, in the way it is expected to be done. Three square meals,bovine style. I rubberneck big events, curious as to the insides of people. This is probably not my place. I have been washed here like a saline branch. And I`m dreadfully sorry, I do seem to have misplaced the ground on which I once stood. A child who chose the wrong parents.
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Added on January 2, 2012Last Updated on January 6, 2012 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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