"primps" poems
***** and butts
****** and *****
parents and "tut tuts"
shimmies and struts
primps and cuts
falling, falling into ruts.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 2:35 AM UTC
Manners
No one told me I was dead.
Rudely left me out of
their conversations.
When did I begin to guess?
When the coffin’s black lid
chewed up the last bit of light.
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Bonnets
nodding,
almost nuns
in their plastic
accordion
rain bonnets.
Old ladies.
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Moon
Now is night a gauzy curtain
blown by the breath of the moon.
Moon wears diamonds in her hair,
the sky preens and primps.
Secret destination...left unsaid...
gently calls out your name.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
3 is a backwards E
But V is the prettiest letter to me
I guess I'm a sucker for triangles
And the item on my wish list
That best bedazzles
And primps with such grace
I swear she winks
When right up in my face
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC