Open N' Closure - Poem by Les Wordsmore
They said we should party
But they never even gave a location
I guess he never said his name,
I remember Polka, his Dalmatian.
She had these crazy spots
Where we'd go in the right situations
Now the winter's the winner
Can't crack the ice of isolation
I saw her again behind closed eyes
Salutations through this hallucination.
They say you'll go numb in the snow,
I'm inside and I've lost the sensation.
Woke up at the station.
Some dude just handed me a hundred dollar bill.
'Send me a post card.' I guess I will.
I'll keep the address if I can keep my composure
Come closer so I can consult and confide for some closure
I gotta get something off my chest, you see.
For a little while back there the world revolved around me.
But I'm just so sick of salivating waiting for salvation.
I dream I'm destined to have a destination.
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