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Ex-pat
Contributed by
zicky
on
Thursday, 2nd August 2007 @ 06:10:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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We inhabit our hospitals,
Longing for news,
White-walled-red -eyed,
Recalling paper and other views.
The morning sky is crushing,
Inwardly we turn for reason.
Counting down the unwanted,
Widdow time no longer courted.
Wondering how they see us,
Who see them,
And wonder.
Is the swimming-pool bitter?
Clean tan.
A gin and tonic an ocean?
Language has gained a late languid grip...
The silence a blasting past.
Copyright ©
zicky
... [
2007-08-02 18:10:19] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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