The happy hunting ground is dead.

The happy hunting ground is dead.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Giving leverage to undo
the dead man's dream;
the awful ache,
further deeper

almost with you
lost my touch
thanks for asking
but after everything...

is Now
just for you
forget yourself
its already yesterday

whispers in the static
re mindlessness wakes
 in the mind 
the girl is buoyant
she leaves still laughing.

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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Added on December 4, 2017
Last Updated on December 4, 2017


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..