amnesiac
i wasn’t paying attention
obliviously sucked down
through the opaque narcotic
of a quicksand ennui --
The sky had ripped off a page
and begun a new chapter…
i awoke in my heavy boots
staring at an empty palm
no grip on the plot line
that must have hoisted me here
amnesiac: i have lost
the gypsy poet’s number
i hear a voice
tossed back by the wind
who shall i say is calling?
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