Monday, November 13, 2017

a poem

Come here you strange girl

You are not one to let go and have  some fun.



But I stared you in the face

You stared back and glared.

 I smirked and you said:

Let’s wrestle it out.

 I obliged so we wrestled.

 You had me on the ground. You did.

 But I heal quick



So I sprung back up

Spurn you down.



Maybe we can be friends, I said.

We’ll pour ourselves a drink

 We’ll drink it stiff

 We don’t even have to talk.


You are a strange girl October.


a 2010 poem but still relevant.

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