Standing, staring, empty bobble heads
bobbing, self-righteous, scared, lonely,
caught in a vast emptiness of electronic
mania or manic depression, longing desperately
for something real, friendship, human contact,
conversation, emotion, something real, but
stuck and most don't realize.
YOU ARE READING
Red Dirt Poems
PoetryA collection of hard fought thoughts and words composed through 30 some years of searching for stories in dive bars and empty bottles, across plains, hills, bayous and mountains of the midsouth - through lonerdom, loss and love. I have lived my life...
