let’s read poetry out of a book,
classical or modern,
makes no difference to me;
come sit with me a spell
let’s talk politics and adventures
it’s all speculation anyway
and it never seems to matter;
come sit with me a spell
let’s conjecture about the universe
dark matter and the bosons
or if there is any light at all;
come sit with me a spell
let’s pretend to pretend to pretend
we are all imaginary images
in our imaginary little world;
come sit with me a spell
let’s remember who we once were
and what we once believed
before we get to old to remember;
come sit with me a spell
let’s share our love again
all those kisses that seemed
to take us, momentarily, away;
come sit with me a spell
let’s remind me of who I am
and why you come to visit
let’s do this again tomorrow if we can.
July 11, 2012
From the Cannot Sleep Poem Series - #1
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