a poem by Leif Phillips, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

Never get
never get my feet wet
standing in the open zone
waiting by the telephone
something stuck in my eye
I think its alive
a tear trying to survive
grief or lie?
mimics abound
my feet hear the sound
grief forgotten
lie turning rotten
fiction always ends pleasantly,
never get
never get my feet wet
waiting at the seaside
wondering bout a riptide
ocean only moon knows
a scent growing in my nose
I think its real
a cavity trying to steal
experts abound
my ears search the sound
grief til its gone
wonder moving on
truth has no expectations.

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