Marc Hurkmans

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

Peanut Butter Sandwich In The Sun - Poem by Marc Hurkmans

Melting, shifting,
endlessly drifting

Everywhere I look, there’s
no flagpole in sight

All the beautiful
sunbathing people

Just spread about, and
there’s no place to hide

Peanut butter sandwich,
peanut butter sandwich

Peanut butter sandwich
in the sun

No history going nowhere
in my hot burning yard

No mystery just lying there
with my heart yearning hard

But you have to get up, but you have to
get things done, but you have to be someone

The sand warms my face,
I will leave no trace

Behind my broken smile

A new space appears


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009



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