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For Pablo Neruda (Cheap, Dirty, Draft)

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it seems that they disappear, to parts unknown

at least one a week, wanders off, but how with no feet

and these have holes, my nail growth outpaces

the grass leaves, long enough, will they go to seed?

make new ones sprout, perhaps, on my knees?

White and black faded, blue, grey brown

I put them on it seems, only to make my

feet sweat and and itch and stink

socks are like little urchens, run away

broken torn and hiding from those

who look to keep and use them

 

Pablo proved that with the right mind, inspiration can come from anywhere, perhaps I will prove that it doesn’t follow that the results will be particularly good 😉

 

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Written by jamesjanus

June 1, 2012 at 7:40 pm

Posted in Writing

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