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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

In the drug of the moment,
Things get said,
Imperishables like
Forevermore, and
I think I love you.
But then you coast down to
Less ethereal levels,
And the dizziness ends,
And the corpuscles darken,
And awareness kicks in,
And you turn to your partner,
Sigh, "Wasn't that fun!"
As you vow not to speak of
This folly to anyone.

© 2022 Wilyem Clark


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Added on May 4, 2022
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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..