Poetry

Electric Blues

C. D. Anders

I just want to sing a song,

write a poem,

moan and groan

the blues

then watch

the smoke depart

the station–

this electric life

still shocks me so,

blocks me so, locks me in so,

so what?

I want to go

but how will I know

that I left?

Published by C. D. Anders

I'm a pessimistic optimist of sorts. I'm no professional, just a feller writing for fun and occasionally commenting on posts I enjoy. "I'm but a stranger here . . . "

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