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when not

by Artur Desruisseaux

i listen to cat stevens, a hard headed woman, father and son, etc

it seems that everything will be ok

even if its just for the moment

too much for too long

too little for too long

i walk around feeling tired

tired of life

tired of all of this

it makes me sick because i should hardly complain

i think of pretty black funeral cars, black, shiny, deadly

maybe I am thinking of a patty smith song

all those pretty funeral cars, a boy drinking tea

it doesn't matter

the piano plays on, the banjo plays on, life goes on

when you do not





























11/15/2020

Posted on 11/15/2020
Copyright © 2020 Artur Desruisseaux

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/16/20 at 09:42 AM

Tea for the Tillerman...great album. I like your poem Artur. You might want to remove the Explicit rating...will give you wider readership. :)

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