SHE: Poem 9 – “curioser” (circa ’85)
she eyes my neon lace-ups, says they’re too bright for her shade she grabs my Walkman, then sighs that i never play her song she claims to loathe the mall, yet waits by the arcade stall she begs for space, then frets when i inch a step away
she swears she’s not jealous, but she jots down my locker code she calls me too eager, then scolds me for not asking more curioser and curioser, her rules flip-flop each day my heart’s a tangled tape, rewound by her every whim
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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An art of control, not war, not romance but capture. Keep the adversary off guard, with the judo like tactic of using the opponents force against them and the reverse psychology of an Uncle Remus story control is obtained. Denial gives an out to any capture. Loved it Cryptic and have witnessed it first hand many times.
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