TV
has an answer.
a day
passes
quickly
stoned, impatient,
wired.
i watch dreams on TV.
convenient, full of information.
something to buy.
something to strive for.
a goal, like love,
demands all attention and resource.
disregard the frills, the
meaningless threads on a rug.
ignore them like the hair of a lover
occasionally brushing your face
the windows open
the map spread out
on a shotgun
cross-country relocation....
something i've never done,
meh. maybe?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem