Parvenu

When I seek to remember a connection
It is often with those who are dead.
We engage in a deep conversation
One-sided as maybe, he said. I re-create
Trying circumstances from the past,
Which I knew wouldn't last. Oh!
These  intricacies of tense, These
Graspings at a slippery sense,
Which engaged me in my twenties,
Quite eludes me now, Stoned
I think how much easier it is with music,
Which leads the way, to a temporary bliss,
To kiss & tell.

 

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