I have an old poem journal at home that I started many years ago, that going back through now, I'd find a lot of absolute shit poems, and a lot of stuff that I have no clue as to the meaning of. I wrote this 30 seconds ago and I already have no clue what it's supposed to mean
Solo
roaming
has the novelty vanished?
I'll run
hike
look with my eyes
would I rather it look like
Hurricane Hill?
Being anywhere but there is being
what?
Being-
some'll take it at face value
To settle-
that's preposterous!
They'll ask what it's like
I don't have the heart
(the heart- oh there's where it lies!)
to tell them
There's beauty out there
but it's sad,
you can't know that the
best of it
is outside your door
eventually they'll go away
and return
And that matter of the heart?
I'll finish;
They'll know it in their heart
