That's a Lovely Mess

That's a Lovely Mess

A Poem by JoSephMacGown

Rain on plastic-

Wait on beating hearts <beating3

Sift through sand and look for me-

Trash can stand for us.

Listen for some pipes to beat a pulse

I can't even hear the clouds.


Keep moon the line.

Are just so skew

Raven me.

What do you mean?

What do you mean to say?


Step with, yes; yes

Please step with me on broken glass

Look with me- oh look with me

At ourselves in  a mirror of scared truth.


Not a single story,

But many, many directions-

Never can you comprehend with me-

Never can I understand.


© 2013 JoSephMacGown

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Added on June 27, 2013
Last Updated on June 27, 2013
Tags: experimental, lovely, trash, sand, beating heart




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