"stradle" poems
There are times
when I see as you see.
When the sun has set
and the points collide.
I stradle my chair
and stare
as the world around me
is lost
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 7:02 PM UTC
All seven seas have seen my paddle
I settled in Queens, it's just as cold as Seattle,
Just as cold as Toledo
Just as cold as you during our battles
Just as cold as you during their sequels
Sometimes it gets hot,
Just as hot as you starting to stradle
Just as hot as you laying spread eagle
Your voice just as soft as a poisonous snake rattle
Our teenage minds just as ***** as diseased seagulls
Daily walks on pins and needles
Protests and upheavals
My positions were fetal
Your decisions were lethal
My punishment will be penal
My appointment was renal
Day drinking seems not to be regal
Please, have mercy my people
For I have swam though the oceans
All seven seas have seen my paddle
I've given up on emotions
And every lie I've had to unravel
And now, I'm tired.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC