I will not face tomorrow

I will not face tomorrow
with a sad face
or a wish for jig saw puzzles

nor will I look for more
than any day can offer
when it comes to jazz

relentlessly I drill the air
I find focus to be of virtue
putting the will be on my wall

dare me not I will not go
there are so many different ways
to break a soft glance

perhaps once there were fairies
banshees wailing
today we have the radio

we have the shortness of a dream
we hurry down running corridors
we do stop to say hello

there is no difference
between a pool of moonshine
and a soft goodbye




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-07-31 at 23:09

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