isolated tracks

 

listening to alain souchon 

while taking out the garbage 

seeing mom in my face 

thinking of this loneliness

 

apps and what you’re doing

and I’m not calling 

imaging another night 

a different body 

 

some promise 

of escape 

in the tightness 

of someone else  

 

there’s pizza left 

friends missing 

and that promise about 

yoga and starting 

the new life any time now

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Robert C Gaulke

Wed 18th Mar 2020 10:22

Thanks, Mart!

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Martin Elder

Wed 18th Mar 2020 08:54

just love the sheer poetry of these words Bob

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