Jerk my pull-string blowtorch
and aim at the moon
set my feet in the amber
caucasian flair of the neverminding
the festering treatise
that causes blood in my eyes to dry
cereal-soggy, cloudy and hazy
you begin to unload your poignant
advice on the barely breathing cipher
who does not speak English
welcome to the sunshine sister
buy back what you stole
and then maybe I can consider
the option of listening to reason
Although there is a little secret I can sell you….
reason rarely says a fuckin’ word
and so you’re bored with the board
lazy red summer time
away from the rat race
I sit mining ineptitudes
with nothing left to do
or say
so here we sit staring mutely
at what was once a sweet serenade
I still think there is some way
to laugh about it
allowing the excess some downtime
all forever
just for today
Fantastic.
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Oh thank you Emily 😊
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