lost in empty spaces

a worn woman misdirects

her dropped phone call

to a different land

hello

she is she so she says

 

pushed away

walked to the door

past falling on her knees

she’s that way

she’s this way

mixed up, jumbled up

 

she really wants to see

the break of day

going… going

running down the road

her faded dream explodes

past tomorrow

 

her crazy train derailed

thinking of what to say

whatever will be is done

before the fade takes hold

she howls at the moon

and cuts across, up & down

 

 

 

 

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Comment by Lea Lane on October 11, 2012 at 7:48am

Glad to see your poetry, Chuck.

Comment by chuck a stetson on October 11, 2012 at 1:15pm

thank you Lea ... life is finally calming down and I can return to my inner-craziness.

Comment by anna1liese on October 14, 2012 at 2:14pm

Thinking of the one ... you bring to us ...

Comment by chuck a stetson on October 14, 2012 at 3:11pm

anna1lies

sometimes as a poet, i'm dazed and confused. most times confused. 

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