Marc Hurkmans

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

Bow To The Delirium - Poem by Marc Hurkmans

Learning to give,
and learning to try

Learning to live,
and learning to cry

Learning to see, through the eyes
of brother Death’s forsaken spies

When I saw you walking down the street,
chances were good we’d find nothing to eat

Paradise lost, in some western town,
with folded hands, laughing like a clown

The poet gets nailed to the sailor’s floor,
once and for all, he is not a bore

Learning to sail across empty skies,
learning to fly, learning to fly

Like an albatros

And then I’m falling down

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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