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went with a buddy to bondi hotel
we "shot" pool i paid for the drinks
as time wore on the place filled up
then more buddies came and got more drinks

i eyed the people there
jesus is my homeboy t-shirt she wore
mine too i observed as she smiled
she had someone there anyways

in the mean-time i felt unbound
by all the mean-ness that represses me
then we walked to the beach
we sat then i told a story

the guy had a recurring dream
treasure awaits under the constantinople bridge
he went to dig and was accosted by the local local
why are you digging my stanger my friend

the dream he retailed as best as he could
the other told him in repose
i had a dream too of treasure
under your very oven thing

after the fruitless scruffing under that bridge
our man returns to his abode
then later much later he decides
to dig under his oven thing

there behold and lo he finds the treasure
finis
this i attached to my premise
that what you search for in good taste and romance

in G-d in love in success in joy
those hypathetical resources
are you there sitting in your lazy-boy
dream not of things over the horizon

finding that which is true
finding yourself out of the maze
finding the comfort of time
and space to be yours for keeps

salut,
e.

e~

Nice poem.

Finding something yourself and not through others is truly "for keeps."

Thanks for sharing,
Laurie

thanks Laurie

had a wild night last night there. usualy nothing gets done. this time we just detached from the masses and had some thought sharing. i think that this poem is kinda messy. i stopped trying to make them beautiful long ago. finding the thing can only be done by yourself, i think.

salut,
e.