Porridge, peas and parmesan
By Parson Thru
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Drifting somewhere close to sleep
on cotton-wool clouds
of detachment
Knowing that soon I fly
to Africa
to be with you
I feel the iPod melt
In days I’ll be
away from here
and in your arms
My body turns to mist
as tiredness takes me off
and leaves me lost in Dylan
Where
remembering the shopping list
I try again to focus
just for now
on porridge, peas and parmesan
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Comments
A nice cameo of modern life
A nice cameo of modern life and its stresses.
Linda
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my fave so far. just hits
my fave so far. just hits where it does:) thank you!
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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A nice meshing of every-day
A nice meshing of every-day life with a utopic dreamscape. Your mind flutters between reality and surrealism.
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This feels very real, despite
This feels very real, despite the near sleep, drifting dreamlike state. When do you go?
Lovely poem.
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Really nicely done Kevin...
Really nicely done Kevin... caught between relaxation, anticipation and all too short airline seats... enjoyed this piece.. thank you for sharing your talents and of course, your packaged meal with us... take care..
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