January 21, 2013

the history is woven in the tapestries...



photo by Artur Listwan © 


the comfortable home of journeys

I am concentrating
on the luxuries
my depravity
gives me
I want no part
of lucid memory
I only want
to reel in
all the smells

somewhere
someone is
grilling crusty bread
brushing oil
melting cheese

I am the young man
that sees time
as endless
the middle aged man
as it not existing
and the old man
who sees it
as something
that has left me
right here
at the end
of another 
poem

EJR ©

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