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..Christmas Day, bottom of the glass, 7 a.m.
A Door slams closed!
Cupidsâ€™ arrow and futures apparent promise follows yesterdays wish.
China doll dishes; shards of corning ware;
Remnants of the â€œbetter plans of Mice and Menâ€,
A warm oven, and cold Turkey,
Open envelopes, past...
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
By Luxuria Wax
Where does all our spent time go?
Poetry | Updated Apr 27, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is one that just got put out there quick, like a trial run.
Poetry | Updated Jul 30, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2