"skyset" poems
Will you wander.......whi/le I
will wander..............shy - I'll
Save you a tree stump, but buy me a limb.
I swear I'm not bleeding, dad,
dismissed on a whim.
"four score and seven years ago" he poached
"Teach me," moaned glamorous I...
iridescent eyed ash-fall that's so fetch.
So fetch? Dumb.
Beauty before age in my mined mind
still digging, a fool's gold "jackpot"
- reeling on a questionably marked
'x' - the spot. Kicked in reality?
Said staunch defender?
Be-bop zue-dot, absolutely not.
Plop that snot - gentle tho,
yet a youth - the tru might round
come to repeat last night's too
too late sun-slide skyset.
If only I could, would I would?
My head-throb, desistant it breaks.
Salt and Honey occupy my time.
M Gordon Meier
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC