I have a buzz and am a mime
of lovers in the grip of time
leaning on a lamp post now
arms thrown wide I try to fly.
These few moments solely won
free at last to find someone
applauding all the people run
park bench in the evening sun.
Waiting on her every day
surely she will turn
flash a smile this way again
together we will learn.
Well it's late I must return
to the old address
urn up there upon the shelf
dark in the back closet.
Where's the love upon this world
dancing up bright hills?
Home is not the way it was
before were signed the wills.
Neighborhood in darkness
one warm person there
three doors down
from where I slept
they did not want to share.
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