thehappyhobo

There are ghosts in old restaurant windows
Empty chairs that once housed souls
In hindsight waxing Bach remedial, pointless
like pixie chatter, hubbub, fly
bubble flowers, hand on sky.
In conversation, constant searching,
Searching just one melacholy sigh:
"The gig of a wish man, I mean it, really.
In this time, we're always close by.

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Eat me

Fishbar

The first line, I loved. Loved that.

Then, I dunno.

Were you going for random? I dunno.

I also liked 'one melancholy sigh' (my spelling, not yours)

Otherwise hobo, I dunnobo.

Maybe I just don't get it?

-fish