LOVES LAST EPISODE
Except for the T-shirt with the bull’s-eye in the middle of the chest, she usually didn’t give me gifts, but I digress, Let’s do what’s best as these are conscious phrases proving that though streams of conscious will fail as lasers,we should not or never , fear it’s domain.
They serve a purpose, If the melody is right, these words could rebirth as lyrics. but we’ll go back to the bull’s-eye another time, but why was I in the forest that day and when she pretended to rhyme it did remind of that the Spinner’s song that’s upside down like howdy doody your clowns too , they’re all laughing at you and why were they there and didn’t say or stay in the middle of the road? I didn’t have no time to count the foxes hidden in the trees today and she didn’t have no time to be a decent person, and the random gifts didn’t give me any lift. That was just her way of hinting that she was going away, like howdy do, your clowns too? I don’t want them laughing at you. I don’t care if you’re on the side or in the ditch there’s no middle there’s no road, but Phillippe said how could I let you get away, I had hope she’s going to stay. I’m feeling that if she loves or leaves I wont even lift a finger, I don’t think I’ll even think or grieve , maybe not even noticing she wont be sitting next to me at the ball game. Smirking now and not wondering how this before never empty seat shouts privacy pictured and related. Yeah, this ends not complicated, just simple cause and effect. Ok, with quick pause to collect , Sharing out loud a dialect between me and my companioned voice of mind , because my sanity is going to wake as them or they or she intakes. These lyrics I hope they’re fair, but admitting something anyway ,I’m a little scared to share and the end will be and bring us somewhere.
Put a little jazz riff to it , I’m thinking she oughta put a little musica to it , and I’ll abet and let, so she can visit if she insists. Will there be a view that’s crowned most fun to see , and probably she won’t tell me. With or without her screams and oiled sheets, that or not that , will be fair.
BobbyO
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Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An experiment. It’s a one take spoken freestyle direct into the mic do there are some choppy bits but it’s an idea that was inspired by a song w an eclectic approach. It took less than 80 seconds. Here it is , warts and all
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Tremendous work. Such a nice jazz feel and flow to it.
That means a lot
hey dude! you knocked this right out the park, it flows like ocean currents
I always loved an improvised approach to poetry and often use it even it it is to be shaped latter on/ Great work.
Simpatico
Beautiful.
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