“Pity Seeker” by Alan Blenkhorn

I’ll go walking

In my mind

I will be talking

Then soon get lost


I’ll round up

Some old thoughts

To see another’s plot

And use what was caught

To put up on my mind screen

To watch again

Who I’ve been


Full on self

I could sit high on shelves

Screaming at you

With all I do

Overwhelming touch free senses

Knocking down stone covered fences

If I play a card

Without lapsing retard

I would see your hand

And tell you time again

Hold back

The next


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