He's like Kenickie,
All knowing, all knuckles
And force and flirt
And fingers and facades.
Got me like Land of the Lost.
Lying, losing, lust, trust,
Or lack thereof. Thief in
The night taking turns
Turning me, molding me,
Making me mechanical.
Opening the orchid, owning
Old feelings like they were
Facts. Full of fond friendly
Nights, nonsense names. Notice
I'm a sinner sinning, sighing.
Smoke rings and rare real
Emotions echoing Heaven and Hell.
Don't email me and demand I read and review your work. It's bizarre.
Wake me if you like me,
Wake me if you want me,
Wake me if you need another poem.
L'original style, au-del du blah bla.. more..
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