Spinning always...round the core
Whilst others circle.. with
Suitors ply..with gifts
Oh my!
Them and their wily shit
Sly abounds in town's downtown
The eve yet just begun
Got to move step with they
Dare not miss a beat
Keep in time
Love's hunt..a crime
Now...coordinate..damn feet
Now's your chance ..
Deep breath..begins the waltz
Words of wisdom flood your mind
To bad.. that's where they stay
You've come undone
Damn sodden tongue
You watch her..walk away
Who cares..there's beer..and other gals
If all else fails...you got pals
In loww places
Haha
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2025 23:09
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Comments1
The transient nature of relationships comes through in this poem. Very nicely done with its form of disjointed bits emulating the disjunction in relationships.
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