idle pursuits

Posted: September 1, 2014 in Uncategorized
idle pursuits
you cannot outsmart biology
try embracing denial without arms
broken hearts broken hands
these words need music
i’m a poet without a band
short of time short of breath
won’t give up the chase
what’s a journey without a mirage
shimmering vague inviting reflecting
a distant sight on a far horizon
in a land of shape shifters
it could be anything
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  1. Deep in the poet’s pockets of psyche resides Santa
    a great bag of gifts slung on his back camouflaging his arms
    always late too many cookies and late nights
    in the poets subconscious a capella Christmas carols compete
    at the horizon a mirage of flying reindeer
    Santa is king of “idle pursuits”
    hjakajohnleake

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