Friday, April 13, 2012

Poems in the wild #5

Last week's poem (6 of clubs) was released on an Epping line train at Thornbury station. Where is it now? Probably delayed.

Always been the sort to
stop mid sentence
Not end of chapter or right hand
bottom corner or full stop
Just rest the butterflied
paperback and close my eyes.
Always been the type to fall
asleep where I shouldn't
Never waiting for bed over
someone else's carpet
For home over lawns
Unable, in both ways to find
my place myself when I wake.

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