Does It Have to make Sense

Does It Have to make Sense

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Why not play in the word field?

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We were there in the dribble of it all. Our faces nearly stone. The last time I laughed hundred and two years passed. We moved slowly, the hinges of our joints slowly eroding into the Neverland. Lucky them!
Afterward we sipped cream del la creme and tasted our socks for the first time.

© 2014 Alfred Kukitz


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You remain my favorite English teacher of all time. What a piety I didn't have you in college or high school. Thanks Jacob!

Posted 10 Years Ago


"and tasted our socks for the first time"

one thought i had reading that line....were they worn inside out?

sean connery said in "finding forrester" that socks were poorly made because the inside of them has seams that hurt---and that it is a custom in some countries to wear them inside out.
can we love inside out? and write about it likewise?

a piece to ponder...i like that...the reflections you give me when i read your work.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on August 15, 2014
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Tags: Dribble, socks, cream, stone, Neverland

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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