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Fresh Water.


A Poem by Seb Harris

All that he wants

Is to occupy a space

In a world

Of blues, purples and greens

That sustains unicorns

And mountains and dragons

 

He knows he is smart

Well-read and well-spoken

Some find him entrancing

Some find him disgusting

But when attesting to his own life

He feels boringly norm

 

His passion and drive for life and change

Have no grips for himself to hold

A genuine smile and the waves his hips create

Lure you into his world of water

 

It is unfortunately predictable,

Passionately disillusioned,

Nearly illogical and clearly transparent

Although, it will never reflect your desires

This substance rejects conflict, entertainment

Lacks hope, comedy, desire

In his lucid and calm world of life

You feel strangely uncomfortable

 

And all he ever wanted

Was to lived curled up

Occupying a space inside a raindrop

A falling world

Plunging assertively out of time

A progressive down

A humble purpose of providing himself

To a thirsty woman

With her tongue out

Mind open


© 2009 Seb Harris



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