fred carter Biography

Ticking, coming from somewhere
Down a hall
In someone’s house
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Feeling like
You’re on top
Of the world
When legs
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Early morning dew,
Settles on the balconies,
And slated roofs,
Clothes left out,
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No expression.
Can’t think
No thought
Nothing coming.
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The sun beats down on a Sunday morning,
And I’m walking through Town, through the park,
Backpack and jacket, sleeping bag in hand.
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