he sees a she
look wonderfully
who believes in "we"
you over me;
one who can compete
and defeat
the monster who raised
and cradled a baby
abandoned with a rattle,
managed just to straddle
on a heap of maybes
The turning pike,
Turnpike's bluest bars
where people paddled
never dive--
stupid never wise;
all they say is
never ever mind;
he's in back of your mind;
I'm not even a glimpse,
i'm nothing you think, about
not a who,
not a why,
oh why.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
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