An Imaginary Pin Drops Poem by john o'connell
An Imaginary Pin Drops
an imaginary pin drops
in the middle of the night
and I start from my sleep,
surrounded by memory's ghosts
and conscience.
I think of the brilliance of goals
scored on factory pitches
and long weekend hikes
into azure mountains -
relief from habitual living
and production floors.
primitive youth
lilting to and fro
as anger, lust
and dreams of the perfect
flooded my veins.
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5/9/2024 10:18:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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