Absent Minded
A monologue of dreams screaming its own answers from 1954
Secret riddle under lock and key, misguided through time in all innocence an d this is the priveledge and the beauty of the joke, an answer of truth still needing to be sorted through the tones of seriousness, a ramblings of solutions left behind and forgotten yet remembered.
Fifth floor baseboard in a place i can't describe, somewhere i never was with something no longer there to find, 2nd floor twenty third avenue. A love letter, a bottle of cologne an envelope containing thes that must be given to you.
Worried not of the theif looking in the wrong places, worried not of the curious looking the long ways dreaming of these connections which have been severed, a monologue of dreams on the shelf a dusty cover written in fine inks and calligraphies, fourth shelf third row title in the center of an oval with a missing jewel she wore on her ring but never knew.
A fascination of battleships and those fascinating light bulbs, a collection of seventeen or so oil lamps passed down making the wondering wandering librarian which book was mine.
5pages missing 2 i ripped out in anger and disgust, burnt and never got either of them back, three of them were torn out in dreamy states, knowing they were for them should have been copied as the curse story of the hypnotist might surface.
A love leter with a lip print and a daisy and a broken arrow before it got to the heart, an open windowby a des across forrom a fireplace.
I am just visiting and visiting this isnt the first of it's kind, i have few other places to visit and a few other fingers left to point in time.
Searching for a last name and a clue to a placement in history, lost inside the catacombs and remains.....I'll light a candle and find my way home
Fifth floor baseboard in a place i can't describe, somewhere i never was with something no longer there to find, 2nd floor twenty third avenue. A love letter, a bottle of cologne an envelope containing thes that must be given to you.
Worried not of the theif looking in the wrong places, worried not of the curious looking the long ways dreaming of these connections which have been severed, a monologue of dreams on the shelf a dusty cover written in fine inks and calligraphies, fourth shelf third row title in the center of an oval with a missing jewel she wore on her ring but never knew.
A fascination of battleships and those fascinating light bulbs, a collection of seventeen or so oil lamps passed down making the wondering wandering librarian which book was mine.
5pages missing 2 i ripped out in anger and disgust, burnt and never got either of them back, three of them were torn out in dreamy states, knowing they were for them should have been copied as the curse story of the hypnotist might surface.
A love leter with a lip print and a daisy and a broken arrow before it got to the heart, an open windowby a des across forrom a fireplace.
I am just visiting and visiting this isnt the first of it's kind, i have few other places to visit and a few other fingers left to point in time.
Searching for a last name and a clue to a placement in history, lost inside the catacombs and remains.....I'll light a candle and find my way home
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A monologue of dreams screaming its own answers from 1954
A monologue of dreams screaming its own answers from 1954
