Sunday, June 29, 2008

Slipshod Sonnet #18

I had a good one ready but it's gone
now what do you care for good anyway
it's all the same ultimately and we're
made of stranger stuff my sweetest
downfall wore sideways stripes and
carried herself like a head matron key
ring jingling in the moonlight those
broke engine blues I knew not of them
me a born pedestrian alas you lost half
your highway when a wheelchair rolled
by the world unforgiving like that class
a trip hold 'em fold 'em run you know
the drill don't ask me I don't know I can
only tell you where you don't want to go.

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