through
blindfolds
of my mind
I wander aimless
yet hope to find
a pair of dice
thrown through time
itself and of the hands
who held a dare
the roll was twice
while here and there
a.firmITive
"... the 'god' part, tickles..."
'bud'
" are you on high, Q ? "
volumes ...
2 comments:
I like this poem. The last line - the punch line, was great.
;) thank you WS George.
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