Dear Theophilus

Dear Theophilus, is there a doctor on the road?
Itchy feet are ill directed, stray dogs vomit bones
The cock is crowing early on the other side
The good samaritan changing colours, trying to flag a ride

The persistence of memory has left me spellbound
From the foothills of heaven to right here in grey town
I heard you learned to kill a mockingbird
But by whom were you referred?
Wise men know there’s little they can do
While the strength to do nothing is wasted on fools

Dear Theophilus, Can you tell me where i’m going? I took your gesture’s word
Your half worn out merchandise claiming to desperately serve

Dear Theophilus, when I think of you nothing comes to mind
My little winning streak through your desolated view

Dear Theophilus, I miss you. faithfully

Dear Theophilus

hudson

Kingston Heights, New Zealand

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