Assailed by autumn bluster
we joined the growing cluster
impatient to ride horses
that had long since lost their luster
to elemental forces
as smells from many sources
compelled our guts to clamor
for a taste of sinful courses.
What happened to the glamour
that made your heartbeat hammer
with such a giddy feeling
it could make a poet stammer?
The faded paint is peeling
each curly shred revealing
the looping ever after
that was once so damn appealing
but then I hear his laughter
refurbish every rafter
and suddenly the wonder
redefines a drab hereafter.
"each curly shred revealing"
ReplyDeletethis piece is meant to be spoken.
great work. thanks for sharing.
very poe
ReplyDeleteamazing job!
ReplyDeleteLiza, thanks for your kind comments.
ReplyDeleteOren - nah just so-so
Jingle, thanks to you as well :)
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