LOST IN SPACE
Let loose in an international community,
I am either lost at sea, or a child in a candy store.
“How can we help you?” I am not sure.
If you’re looking for Art, it is in aisle 2;
Philosophy, Literary Criticism, aisle 3;
political discourse (minus propaganda), aisle 4;
Romance, fantasy and sci-fi, aisle 5;
Erotica, in the corner (big selection). I wander
(lonely as a cloud), lost in distraction.
Years have ticked by; opportunity comes and goes.
Carpe Diem! Hell, what is today? Lose track of time.
This is not a conversation, it is a rambling monologue.
Stage is bare, theatre is empty; I did advertise opening night
(Didn’t I?). Love might not based on merit, wealth or charm.
Regard, respect and recognition is. Tempus fugit,
time flees (or some other piece of learned Latin)
Let loose in an international community,
I am either lost at sea, or a child in a candy store.
“How can we help you?” I am not sure.
Maybe I’m happy, being lost and dazed,
dazzled, bewitched; even quite simply amazed.
Les Bush Poet.
12 May 2014
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