air apparent


I need to hear more music
But I’m a dissonant chord
On an odd instrument
Myself
I fret finding the other musicians
I’m possibly airrogant.
others offer to
Play along
But I’m high strung.

Frost, Wilde, Woolf, Dickinson
Did their best work while
Truly lost.
I wonder if one can be
lost
in
An atmosphere of GPS
Electronic leashes
MyFaceBook
So while I wait
I atrophy

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