oh

friend of mind

let's

take a trip

to nowhere

a place that did exist

once upon a ryhme

down by the sea

a shiny surface

satisfying

for you and me

from the west

a greasy breeze

best

helped along

by an old

johnny cash song

sanitize my wounds

scratches only

not so deep

fast forward slowly

to a path

of pebbles

relief of beliefs

tickles my feet

a journey

times three

lost

and comfort

finally found

home

in mashed potatoes

and groovy

Comments

Ruth Newell Sept. 5, 2011 @ 1:30 p.m.

Beyond wow. Speechless for so many reasons...including the two different Captcha's I've refreshed that eerily relate to how I read this poem...

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