Saturday, April 20, 2019

serendipity

a place called
serendipity
is where you will
find me

beyond the painted
scenery
and the dancing
of the sea

but don't order the
stromboli

because it's as big
as a fucking house!




1 comment:

  1. Reading your poems again, this one rhymed (luckily or unluckily) a Michael Nesmith song in my mind, and it brought a new meaning to the lyric in the possibility of the song being sung after the subject has departed. The pathos would then be nearly satiric, sadly. The song also appeals to me as a vision I have of your efforts . . . . apology for my linking thoughts of Propinquity
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2h7Nn7azsn0

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