Marc Hurkmans

Rookie - 0 Points (27-02-1967 / Nederweert)

Blind Date - Poem by Marc Hurkmans

Blind date

The rivers run dry,
as the buildings rise

I turn my face towards
the indifferent sky

Without wondering why this
is all happening in the first place

Saturday night, it’s hot
outside, cold inside

Hello baby, how
are you doing

Let’s get out of here

Let’s get really gone for a change

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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