Friday, 16 June 2017


The road I take -
with the steps
I make -
To make my steps
Into a Road.

The things I say -
With the words 
I speak -
I say them in shards
Without any meaning.

A terrapin, 
an Indian man,
orchids and goldfish
on the postage stamps -
They've walked the road 
I've made -
In 50 and 60 cents.

They carried the words 
I tried to say
But ended up 
on this sad assemblage.

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