Hallucinations
i miss the boat house
by inches in my sailboat
I live in the breeze
and breathe with gills like a fish
Now, I am not here...
by Micah Zevin 2010
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This is a one man dog and pony show my friends. I hold the strings in my hand even if they are tangled strings they are my puppets, or so I think. This is my space to explore absurdly serious realities and you are free to respond and send me your good or bad cheer but your reactions are welcome in the maelstrom of beauty that is poetry...Hi ho!
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