Wandering Wondering

Wandering wondering.

Last bus ruffian, parka wrapped god bless him

Park alive with electric eyes

The gunman hugs of a Stockholm town tight wrapped

Ideas like marbles spill

Three feet in front of my face is blind

Everything is sun kissed perfection in this light

Woodland wa-onderings.

It’s quiet now.

I’m gonna leave this place soon

But I don' think it's gonna leave me 

Two bit cliché, my days

The words are absolutely perfect until I string them together

Car crash bear face mess

A tangle,  jumbled

Unpalatable.

 
 

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