Mindscape

Good old Auden, so stinky and sad
In and out of love—
His ghost rushes past
Like a night train

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The first time they broke my heart—
Well, I won’t tell how
But I promised myself
And man oh man

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Blind, eyes still ache
Old, still laughing
Frozen tears in my drink
Still don’t know the teacher

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Poetry?
Makes nothing happen?
Turn to the the walking stones
Tell them

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I was thinking of you
I guess you’re still alive somewhere
You who read my thoughts
Better than anyone

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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