By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown


He sits there

his eyes staring

at the wall,pensively

Studying its texture.

A nervous tic

comes over his eye

And he winks

at everyone

but doesn't mean to.

His legs tingle

and his head shakes,

His soul wanderlust

His body motionless.

He envisions dance,

His body engaged in legless dancing.

He sees bombs.

He sees friends. . .

Exploding all around him.

He then sees reality and

cries out in desperation

to the quiet, ignorant world around him.

And then he dances again,

skitting across the sky

lightly, tirelessly

But his feet. . .legs. . .his waist. . .

All is motionless.

Except for his imagination.

Except for his dreams.

Except for his spirit.

The only things 'Nam didn't take.

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JMThe-one GOLD said...
on Dec. 27 2010 at 5:07 pm
JMThe-one GOLD, Enfield, Connecticut
11 articles 10 photos 72 comments

Favorite Quote:
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
C. S. Lewis

another poem about nam. Good though. 


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