June 2021 Collage Poem: The Other Me
Lonely windows for the imaginary friend
The unicorn lost his way with the geography teacher
One mind with but two disparate thoughts.
Imaginary friends have feelings too.
I only exist when you think about me
What was it the geography teacher did?
A true friend knows life returns
Am I real or a figment of my imagination?
Ming vase found the small way.
Nigel Astell
Tue 22nd Jun 2021 00:54
The Lost Domain
Banished ghost lines
some do return
they become visible
no longer unaccountable
impulsive naked eye.