Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Had A Plan

Smile For The Camera

When Sinking In Mush Mouth Sand.

The Kind We Know

Where Thoughts Lack Some Shiftless Toes.

But Dancing Vibes Bounce

In A Lying Night Glow

That Licks The Flow

In An Uneven Undertow.

You Know—

Fear Has Tangles

And Loose-Lip Angles

But Love Creates Bangles

On A Shelf Made Of Triangles

Pull It Together

Like The Weather In Never.

“Nowhere Man”

H.T. Manogue

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