Wrinkles
Posted: November 2nd, 2021, 2:42 pm
Time came out of the washing machine
Ten year drought and people use machines ..
Someday : we might rethink this stuff
Ironing the blankets
The wrinkle takes me on a journey
To a street I used to walk often
Portland has a river and there is a place with trees
There by the river
In summer it’s wild
In winter it’s cold and wet
Getting used to bi polar vision
Walking into a coffee house
Glasses steam up
But people look better with steamy edges anyway
Ironing these perceptions
Smooth
Lost and empty
Those were dreams that beautiful held tight
Kind of changed into real life means something else
At the end of the day
Really ?
Over and over
People say that Bike-rides
in fields of yellow flowers I missed you once for a few hours
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Ten year drought and people use machines ..
Someday : we might rethink this stuff
Ironing the blankets
The wrinkle takes me on a journey
To a street I used to walk often
Portland has a river and there is a place with trees
There by the river
In summer it’s wild
In winter it’s cold and wet
Getting used to bi polar vision
Walking into a coffee house
Glasses steam up
But people look better with steamy edges anyway
Ironing these perceptions
Smooth
Lost and empty
Those were dreams that beautiful held tight
Kind of changed into real life means something else
At the end of the day
Really ?
Over and over
People say that Bike-rides
in fields of yellow flowers I missed you once for a few hours
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