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vagaries of conversation

by jhon baker

 

I am St. Juan Grande Pecador in this new life;

unpredictably weeping and loving,

writing poetry and song.

 

so wantonly tired and worn but not sleeping.

sad that I cannot sleep next to you,

sad that I cannot sleep at all.

 

I think how I have loved you.

in morning and night,

I think how I love you.

 

I am St. Juan Grande Pecador

sitting in the sun, contemplating

the vagaries of kitchen table conversation

 

– Hoc Scripsi

 

 

 

Posted on October 9, 2011 at 2:10 pm in love poem, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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4 Comments to “vagaries of conversation”

    
  1. the word bar
    October 9, 2011 at 3:14 pm

    this is an example of why i want to have your words in tittsp.. you are such a consistently good poet..

    Reply
  3. pat tillett
    October 16, 2011 at 12:12 am

    I like the whole thing, but the last line is perfect.

    “…contemplating the vagaries of kitchen table conversation”

    Reply
    

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