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Every day is a different state of mind
do you see the difference in the sky?
It is a speckle of molecules that transpire
into dust, gone before you even see them.
Words.
Pain.
Wind.
Spring.
A mere wait in line at the coffee shop
download the app from Starbucks and get
the free latte, get the royalty card and free
underwear, join the list and free eBooks,
upgrade your car, and free hubcaps.
No vacation this year?
I escape, I have my ways
concern yourself with your own child
your wife, your husband, I have nothing
to do with that boiling pot.
Sex is still hot because I make it that way
he can turn my body into a poem
his hands into sonnets
and I recite the masters
with ease and such fucking grace
you’d wish you were a fly on the wall.
I am no one that special
have been drilled to believe
just that
so all this means absolutely nothing.
I believe the poets more than the politicians.
One day I will write a poetry book
with a title that you will
truly understand
with some emotions
that will cascade on you
like a waterfall.
I will wait for you
as you drive by
I have been doing it for so long
as the sky watches me
in all its shades.
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
thank you George. x
My pleasure indeed ));<)) xox
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Awesome write <3
This, right here, is perfect:
“Sex is still hot because I make it that way
he can turn my body into a poem
his hands into sonnets
and I recite the masters
with ease and such fucking grace
you’d wish you were a fly on the wall.”
Thank you so much
I knew there was some value in writing sonnets. 😮
had to do it for university and for fun ( iambic pentameter games)
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas.