Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 2.0: April 2005
Meaningless
by Belinda Roddie
He can't drink coffee unless a piano
Is playing in the background.
He writes in a little book when someone
smokes on the corner; the smell is pleasant.
He watches drunk fights while he listens to
Succulent love vows, and all at once he wonders
Where on Earth the point lies here,
And he finds nothing. He must have lost it
When it roamed into his mind's realm
And was never seen since.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since April of 2005.
by Belinda Roddie
He can't drink coffee unless a piano
Is playing in the background.
He writes in a little book when someone
smokes on the corner; the smell is pleasant.
He watches drunk fights while he listens to
Succulent love vows, and all at once he wonders
Where on Earth the point lies here,
And he finds nothing. He must have lost it
When it roamed into his mind's realm
And was never seen since.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since April of 2005.
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