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
www.shortsleeves.net
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