Monday, March 4, 2013

In A Snit

In A Snit

We must know it for damn sure
that's what I want said
as we roll along.
That's the way I roll, you said
pointing to my right
eye and winking too.

I would give my life for you
I gushed, coloring
outside the pale lines
you left for me to use up
on my faltering
steps along the way.

If it was raven eyeballs
I plucked out at last
then I should rat grin
don't you think? I mean really?
But you turned away
and I spit thumb tacks.

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