Traveling Raconteur

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Returning from Beyazit

today’s daydream put me on a tram
i was on my to beyazit
to buy handpainted ceramic teacups
but missed the station
i thought it was no problem
because i can get off at sultanehmet
and walk back to beyazit
but a lady on the tram
stuck a glass at me and said
have this and then go back to your dream
when i opened my eyes
my mum stood by the bed
holding a glass of buttermilk

 

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This entry was posted on June 25, 2014 by in Something Like Poetry and tagged , , , .

Fighting An Additction

Not One MoreSeptember 12th, 2014
Addiction is a curse one allows upon one's self until it ceases to seek permission. I do not like the idea of a mind controlled by substance. If I can refrain for 30 days, I'd be very impressed with myself.

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