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Sometimes through poetry rooms a turning point is met by dreams of surreal texture
Folder:
whole lotta other stuff fanatical playa’s
find the poet’s past
and hum a
Spanish tune
horny
drunk
angel’s
partner
in the sky
bespectacled
they
sleep
together in cloud covered bungalows
deep element’s mysteriously
speak of love
as something
impulsive and reticent
as something
bare and heartless
still, I pursue truth
like a tire needing the highway
In love with bad love
and then love will preach to death
and spit in his eye
while society’s criminal’s nibble on my ear
and end up on cop’s
bad boy
bad boy
what you gonna do when they come for you
this unusual adventure
of hysterical reality
almost make’s me want to
open my arteries
like fire hydrants
poetry
How well I can relate, when I frollicked in poetryland and amazed at the good and bad.
Well penned. Thanks Linda