useless map

useless map

A Poem by dukovan

The maps in the backpack.
Your shoes are on the stairs.
I'm on a landing with a coin on each eye.
You're on an island getting closer to me.

Theres reasons to go to bed I guess
but instead I'll sneak out
maybe If I swam out I'd see them again.

Your foot prints are covered by morning.
I'll probably be hungover
waiting for you to feed me whatever sounds good.

© 2014 dukovan


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I enjoy your writing. Are you a swimmer perhaps? Keep writing :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


dukovan

10 Years Ago

nah I can't swim

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dukovan
dukovan

Oconomowoc, WI



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