The Only Constant

I’ve lost, or given away most of my things away.

I think it’s my love affair with moving cities,

Always leaving

Just to arrive somewhere

And the only magic trick I know anymore

Isn’t simple enough to keep secret.

There’s only the distraction

Where the lack of attention gives me away,

Left only to my soap box

That wont even hold my own weight anymore.


About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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