#daveo50 ~ 2001 (shapeshifting) + bargain matinée nod #poem

Just shapeshifting various identities like a global dude of clandestine intrigue and espionage of happenstance / 2001


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sunday providence
grey like last week
with my bargain matinee cough syrup nod
candy coated hold onto my thick head
next wave goes to mars
next even further
watch the clothes spin
in their fluff and dried

i’ve tried it all on bended knees
but i’ll just think here and sit about
lost months and misplaced friends
haggard days and ice cream cones

i’ll stand here
holding nothing
try to think
how i got here
then figure where i am

i’ll stand a shady place
counting nickels

and happenstance
empty out my pockets
on the ground
you can’t trade lint for bread and cheese

“it’s cloudier now than
its been for years”

(to no one in particular)

i’ve spent days moving quickly
years dreaming loosely
and hours watching patiently
and weeks muddling and fidgeting

for the moment that is now
elsewhere and sometime long before

ALT version: Providence, Lost

Whatcha think?