The Hitcher's Emotion... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

The Hitcher's Emotion...



This loneliness in me,
Drives on production to see,
Free associations and lure,
The passing temptation in amiss.

Crossroads is what I represent,
My sentiment on a paved code of memories,
And truths that shape the illusion with realities.

Relentless in motion... my journey is social to,
The hitchers hand that comes through...
A breath of life on the ramblers highway.

This emptiness at spree,
Dives in suggestion to be,
Three expectations and cure,
The glassing emotion in a kiss:

The tall and proud question of my trust,
Pitching thumbs up for a cause just,
Where I free-fully chose to adjust.

The short and stout ingestion of my mirror,
Pitching thumbs up for a clause superior,
Where I gleefully prose my interior.

The grand and bold projection of my time,
Pitching thumbs up for a pause prime,
Where I forcefully close my crime.

This loneliness in me,
Drives on production to see,
Free associations and pure,
The crossing emotion in a bless.

Boundless in notion... the journal is spatial to,
The hitchers stance that flushes through...
A death of strife for the gamblers privy.

Nairobi, February 22,2012

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