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Seth Keplinger Feb 2018
Listen to his dreams,
impetuous heart beats
distal, two
a conundrum
like melodies in the palms,
whimsical Winds,
Whistle
Whiskey;
he'll always succumb.
Pull his tongue,
implore for a
chore
imaginations can't refuse
consequently this wrist,
it's always
A twist
beneath a Palmetto moon
dance a blind man's muse.
Pick his brain
humble he mumble;
stumbled
weak in the knees.
An Athens meadow
undulation in her hair
flowers Blossom,
Buzz
Bees;
Aphrodite he discern
winsome dimples,
he envies.
Palate his promises
swallow his Last Word
top shelf spirits
and lie-bations
heckling *****
Buzz
Blues;
veracious blue eyes
drunk love,
she accuse.
Seth Keplinger Feb 2018
Amongst all reflections,
glass proclamations
they sit, stare, and
superficially surmise.
Coffee aromas and
veracious Blue eyes.
Why the disguise?
The rainbows, the waterfalls
into puddles of
Tupelo Honey, for
the Giddy Butterflies.
The sublime silence
composes a void
between the notes.
Mozart envies
the way the
music floats;  lost amongst
winter's sinister breeze.
Dancing between the
New Moons,
Frusciante's guitar strings
ocean melodies and
a song Yogi sings;
2 souls exhume
from the depths,
a groupie swoons.
Seth Keplinger Dec 2017
I miss
my friends.
While they
laugh, revel
and skip.
I miss
the point
While I
hide, cower
and drip.
I miss
my friends.
While they
fly, displace
and ascertain.
I miss
the invite.
While I
spin, clot
and complain.

— The End —