I am asked
but do enjoy a good moon
breaking from midnight clouds
balancing on treetops
something to get
your teeth into
from back seats
of the late night drive thru
yet I am asked
by the moon, by life
it's all painfully the same
as I sense your gravity
your touch, indecision…
I am the asked man
and still am asked
none more so than by Nicorates
and other voices in my head
a poetic exchange, .. thanks for taking the time to support my work..,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" the asked man" concept for the title of the whole collection of my poems has gone down very well on social media - big Twitter response in retweets and likes, , ..