Too Widget To Quit
The day to day musings of one who is of the widget.
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”I’m too deep for you
bitches don’t know bout my poems
much too deep for youTJ Szabo (Haiku)
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The Wisps of a Dream
Your presence is there,
in the lingering air of His house
you’re in their eyes and words
the shadow you cast darts around corners
Reliant doves singing your praises
sent in a delicate bundle
are they silent now?
left to some dark place, unheard?
New stitches will sew you up
as the old ones grow loose,
as the old ones rot
as the old ones are discarded
the times of hat and mouse are gone
the oak trees are withered
the glow is dying
or does it just shine for others
fleeting glances
and broken transmissions
you come and go
like a dying man’s breathe
my eyes may never see you again
the map will go unfinished
and the looming feeling will be unshakable
I was a damn fool
Logan
