John Dustman


Staying Up Late - Poem by John Dustman

Tonight I sit here all alone
With the world at my fingertips

Being carried to parts unknown
Yes, there is numbing in my hips

Just one more hour I tell myself
Just a few more searches, that's all

I'll put my head back on the shelf
'Long as there's nothing to enthral

Dumple ~ April,2006


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 11, 2006


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