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  Dec 18 Nathan A Brock
Liana
I sit on a tree stump
And stare at the sky
Look at the stars
And reach out to mine

Music filling my heart
My jacket beside me
I like the uncomfortable cold

I wave at planes going by
They say "goodbye new jersey" in their waves
And I say back
"Goodbye"
They don't even know it

Shivering
Crying
Looking lost and strange to any stranger
Yet I feel so free
(This note was written by the ticket to the sun which sounds enchanting but will **** you)
A silly young girl named Louise
Oft would squeak when she felt she would sneeze.
She squeaked and blew, then
She went scarlet red when
from behind came a squeak on a breeze.
I've never written a limerick before. this will be my first.
I don’t exist
outside the lines
on this page.

The physical has never
been my reality.

We have only circled
each other..

mutually unnoticed..

mutually indifferent..

My world is bigger
than this earth.

Yet… so small.

© Nathan A. Brock
Like squeezing and gripping
a handful of sand
Your love dropped through
the crevices unrhymed

Defining our feelings
with each orphaned word
Lost in the random
—abandon of time

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
I like my coffee
The same way I like my men
I don't drink coffee.


© Nathan A. Brock
Repost from my profile on a different site circa 2017. It still makes me chuckle.
And if I perish,
I shall perish beautifully

Like a star
losing its core's fuel
Bursting in a wondrous death
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