032510i When Bits And Pieces Come Poem by Manonton Dalan

i sit here and ponder
what could be like
be in front of people
reciting these enormity
that came fleeting
evolving from my mind

would i be please
to wait for air compression
on their gloved palms
would they be please
listening to cluttering tongue
pushing notes

would be nice for somebody
to read for me, so i could
listen, one of the ears
i will enjoy crowds as well
but truth is i'm thinking of you
is it? farewell or fair well