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the Wanderer

Posted to Action Poetry




a sauntere
going round
earth, this turning
relief, hold-on
there will be burning

we ventured out
low parapet
of doubt
we were high fliers
big eyed mile after
milers, and I said
more than once
this is special passion
play, and yet you pulled
away, and now someone new
calls me "darling", yet it's
gonna always be for you
that I'm starving...WIREMAN