Haptics
lost through a hole in our pockets
not sure where we went
just when we’d started to feel
we were everyone else
we go back to the drink
to records and cassettes
to all the things that make us
feel sheveled and kempt
pressing ourselves into times
needing proof to feel alive
I touch you now
I need just to check
I think this is terrific - short and shafting in its bleak truth. 'sheveled and kempt' are masterful.
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Robert C Gaulke
Wed 18th Mar 2020 01:17
Ta.