Another Day Poetry: Far

When, you’re far, you, are, far,

And all familiar things are wrong and bizarre

Uncomfortable, foreign they are

Drink after drink in the closest bar,

When, you’re not there, everywhere

Dressed yet tricked – at the Vanity Fair

Smashing your head in despair

You try to be nice but you can’t stop to compare

When, you’re gone, after the winds

Cleaned up your wounds and guessed all the hints

Sucking on mmmmmmmmm minty mints

Leaving no trace, no foot prints,

When, you’re far, you, are, far,

And there’s no such device to reach your lonely planet

And it falls so fast and hard

Wherever you are, wherever you are