Michael (Act One)A Poem by Poetic ShamblesYoung Michael paces across the room, pondering in a Shakespearian manner. He carries the wit of a prince, but the charm of a blunt razor. “Apologies for swearing”, he repents before reciting a tale of Peter, a forty year old in a headspace, galaxies far away from you or I. And with a hump on our back we burrow our way out of the sky, Into the fourth dimension, with a hipflask full of joy and hazy delights. One might ponder whether young Michael is in fact the adolescent manifestation of the vagrant that he novels in his revels, Embarking upon various levels until we experience the sudden realisation, That the prince-like wit, the razor sharp charm, and the once delusive status of a vagrant, is within all of us. © 2010 Poetic ShamblesAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on August 24, 2010 Last Updated on August 24, 2010 AuthorPoetic ShamblesLondon, United KingdomAboutIt is no secret that I write poetry, but I have often kept my poetry a secret. I give up hiding, here's my writing. If you enjoy my words, show some love and like my page http://www.facebook.com/sun.. more..Writing
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