Tim Larsen

For A September Morning

This night
Windows down
Surrounded by the town
Passing by us
Like lights in chorus
Spinning us through our
Stanzas and lines
Filling our mouths
With rhymes to make
This night seem a little more real
Simply because its not

This year
Oh dear, you
Haven’t changed
You’ve given in to your own stains
They now follow you as you go
From car to car
Jumping from heart to heart
Trying, hoping to find
Something,
Besides useless lines
And wordless lives

In an hour or so
You’ll look at the time
And see a mirror
Flashing back what
You’ve won, and
How you’ve grown to feel
Without empathy
Without real
Just lines and numbers
And reality bumpers

So sit in that
Zone you love
That leaves you
Breathless because
You’re thinking of
All the joys you never knew
Because they all gave in
To you.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, May 2, 2011

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