PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

a plate of fries left dangling on a woden sofa

building bridges to be no more

you waited for me in a harvest of exploits

the Boogy Man came to whistle in my ear

to let go of any inhibition

back in my stocking drawer

left hope to nothing more

move to soon'

onto the beating door

my mind was playing tricks on me

sought for further relief

the impulse toward addiction

so I sought for freedom

mercy felt on me

to egnite my flame of dire stockings

to willow in the ardent branch

promote the cause of freedom

the stained archer to yesterdays swell

some seek each day as a guest in hell

shows block the in between