The town where the clocks tell the wrong time
Where you cannot fall off the bridge
where you dream, it happens
where you live, no one listens
Shadows of your own
wants and needs follow you
The old lady whispers:
You look like a writer
The bottle of whiskey spills
words that you erase
and lines that you cross
and bring back
People comeback to life
with another stroke
the fog tells the truth
the people who pretend
to let you in are changed
into frogs
The black lady bug wakes up
with red dots no longer missing
with a story to tell how it is
to be different.
author: greenlifenow
kontynental poetry 