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the wanderer and the gas
abandoned and left for dead
hundred and seven degree day
heat fueled the thirst, then the darkness came
bringing a chill to the plane
stratus clouds hovered knee high
a glowing glass bottle in sight
flowing with liquid vitamins and energy
only the dying would consume that gasoline
last drop of gas hits the tongue
bottled up stratus bits to take back home
no place to go, but grade A die...
Monday 2nd October 2023 8:30 pm
Wanderlust!
Perpetually living in a space and time between now and wanderlust!
Saturday 21st January 2023 9:20 pm
Word wanderer
I am a word wanderer
peripatetic poetry is my voyage,
each syllable a serendipitous moment,
vowel vitality fuels every page
while a loquacious line forks off into two distances
leaving a double and doubtful sense
to my meanderings
all the better for the turn of phrase,
adding to the journey
is a consonant chaos of juxtaposition and alliteration,
a choice to turn left ...
Saturday 16th March 2019 9:11 pm
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