So, all the poems in here is a draft / unfinished poem. Typed or dictated as I wrote it. Much like my notebook, when I write, I don’t imagine other people read it! poems that perhaps need more editing, poems that are perhaps a little personal.... we will see
The text in italic are a forward or to help set the tone of the piece.
Followers
Journal entry, 15 February 2015
My life pushing,
Like the start of the ‘main feature’.
All my wishes find a place under the arc of the stone I cast into my future.
Today, I dream of being a drifter,
Or a pilgrim.
On the road to nowhere,
Simple repositions of a transient life.
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