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Click hereI've lost my touch.
My dog comes up to me and waits to be petted.
Sunrise pays
no attention to me, follows
its own schedule.
Someone please send me
a ticket to Mars.
Alaska is crowded already,
and I'm not wanted at home.
Hay dumb shit if you can't write poetry than why have you came and written one. That is like being a conderdiction
Great poem,makes me want to read more of your stuff.
You're one of the best poets here, and can put them all to shame! Now, get going, keep writing, and be the incredible writer you can be!
here the title is apt.
this is like an American Haiku, from someone coming out of a long term psychosis
"Sunrise pays
no attention to me, follows
its own schedule."
...someone going back
"Someone please send me
a ticket to Mars.
Alaska is crowded already,
and I'm not wanted at home."
the hanger:
"I've lost my touch."
for what? poetry? followed by 8 lines
your dog? who wants to be petted
I submit to you; one or two things ring false.
Your dog wants you at home (after all home is where your dog lies)
or if you are waiting for a ticket to Mars, your dog probably would not want to be petted.
Hence I must question, the intent of this...downpour