Megan Worthylake


No Name - Poem by Megan Worthylake

Maybe three days. I know of nothing but a stranger
who never happened or had ever happened
Boots, gray knees, different pair of hands
Blue-black space I scarcely dare to look
I barely keep track of the date
There are intervals of dry consciousness
With a nod at the world & a sluggish emptiness
To see what it was I was
It is between those dreams, the world is dissolving into
spots of time leaving here and there
more and more
I’m getting nowhere
and that is a pleasure


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011


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