early am ditty

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited August 2009 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I sprint thru hail and rain storm
Arrive at half past two
Yet, soaked feelings
Passed you too

Burro trails form
From a dry bed of cacti
Hot sand burns felt some
Pressed against you

From soaked to dry
Heat stoked madness
Don’t care if I was fooling me,
Just me, I’m here to stay
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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Comments

  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    :)
  • the wolfthe wolf Posts: 7,027
    very nice, i like this.
    Peace, Love.


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