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A mirage; lack of oxygen to the brain.
by Jared OrlandoYou know, you were right.
I was too busy picking flowers
Showing myself to the finer things
Taking my time with each brick
Perfecting their place with
Music piping into my ears.
Distractions steal my glances
A little off center, I was balancing on
Pipes in the middle of the desert
Bouncing off cacti and my face
Mirrored the sun’s scorching surfaces.
It made me blind, you see
But no excuse will put myself more into
Clarity, situations more in context
And saying that “my head was in the clouds”
Isn’t that logical, because I was higher than that
But lower than you, and I’m left to look
Under rocks, streams, and valleys
Because I’m not quite sure when,
And where I lost you.
03/12/2009 Posted on 03/12/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/12/09 at 03:54 PM Fantastic stuff, man. I really love the form in this, the way it moves and flows. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/12/09 at 05:50 PM This has a choppy feel to me. Like you really are having a hard time focusing and are seeing things and I'm doing it with you. I loved how you were able to capture it and provide such great images. |
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