Saturday, May 4, 2013

Poetry: Lots of Mine Lately Edition

Like all the ones I put up here, it needs work. Sometimes I just get impatient. 
You are a pretty day
sticky rice
smelling sweetly of
alphabet and aliens.
Give you a flashlight
and you will find
the notes in a cup
of Irish Breakfast tea.
Smiling over the rim
you just woke up
to a complex, windy day.
Life as puzzle and painting,
dancing a one-acre plot.

Your grey-blue eyes
chart my movements,
my inaccuracies and moods.
You are my Jiminy Cricket,
my gypsy conscience,
my comma and following sentence.


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