May 15 by The Running Son
A dude answering for poetry in the face of a girl..
They pay me well.
I’m bi-placed, frozen in space,
and now I’m faced
with telling of names and aged dates
of cagey friends, and dads,
ghosts and lame past
grit grey ghost
me child, eventually away.
I dream of being beside you,
on Sundays, along sun-sides.
You always seem so moon-lane wide
and I find
my star-ways and sea-ways
my own way, in any way.
I must ride silver side down, a ways.
Through high times
and across highways, and during high sighs,
but they were all ways to find you, i now find.
But you find me! And girl, you are some+thing!
me? ii i feel like im uumm–
like i b twelve years of age, like a babee
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