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Thoughts
Sometimes
Thoughts sometimes
Take you places
Where the spaces are
Too tight or so damn large
That you get lost
In craziness,
Reminding me of
The old arthritic bass
Player who uses his
Tongue to strum against
His dentures the
Notes he used to play,
Inadvertently flicking
His teeth onto the table,
Sometimes into his coffee,
The old ladies holding
Conversations over lipstick
Smeared mugs and chemical
Sweetener wrappers,
Pure chaos as each
Chatter on about different
Subjects and things,
Words bouncing about
Like popping popcorn,
Yes thoughts sometimes
Take you places that
Aren’t spaces at all,
The mystery of Meeleirrek,
Why, how do Joel and Oscar
Stroll in on the same
Thought path that I
Happen to be exploring,
Writing about.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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