Poetic Injustice

if everyone lived simply, thieving and robbery would be unknown. - Thoreau

sneakily

with a quick wit as sharp as the quills of a porcupine

i raise the window of your mind

ducking under the raised, crooked, dirty, venetian blind

stealing all of your verses unsigned and clever, unsecured rhyme

as i repeatedly tell myself, "surely, you commit no crime"

with my goodie bag stuffed with everything i find

this isn't the first time

it's just an escape from this daily grind

spitting out inedible, sour seeds of bad analogies along with a spent metaphor's rotten rind

my only consolations being that,

i don't get caught and more importantly,

i don't leave anything behind

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What a clever metaphor here, Pete.
You didn't leave anything behind here.
You are a joy to read.
j.

[Pete]

thank you j. i appreciate your time and thoughts.