Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Poem #16 Shagging Distant Misery

Belief whispered shook her head
“You mustn’t
A million years you can change it
Can’t
Down again
What about us
I don’t know
Go on
This way
Destiny drunk by eight o’ clock
Bought a ticket
Couldn’t miss a go through her heart
Time come back telling me reason
She did that
Yes
You where there
I was there
 . . . telling me . . .
White gowned instant clamor
Pffft
It takes all kinds doesn’t it
Joking you were joking
Got a clever picture out of that
She’s never seen a thing like that
Only little boys
Good for her
Cause he don’t like people
Only little boys
Maybe in the light
She looked like one
This isn’t just something
You can tell stories about
Takes trips every afternoon
You have to be polite and introduce people

Why so hung up on a held out gun 

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