Navel Contemplations

Liner in my pocket,
got a hole in it’s seam.
Wishing for a dime
so I can set it free.

Leaning over bridges
watching faces change
subtle wandering
images rearrange.

Whistling in the darkness
just don’t tell your mother.
Wild child musings
with his laughter on a string.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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