poems written on the fly

wheredowegofromhere

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 October 2007 at 7:32 am

out of time
out of words

out of ideas
out to lunch

out of town
out on a limb

out of my mind
all the time
with words that
mean nothing
and nowhere to
go …

but out.

(D. James)

  1. maybe it’s time to come in…..

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