by Liar
the toss outs, i.e. "Fine,"
"So fine,
be stasis, rock, ice, whatever,"
define this as a monologue, I do like the placement of "whatever" It shows great confidence. As does this:
"Everywhere all yours now
and everything all mine."
in defining emotional space, all simple, so perfect.
There is a clue to all of this
somewhere, I do belive.
But it will find me tomorrow,
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Don't count on it! MET
I like the conversational tone—the voice compliments this cryptic, crafty poem of yours, Liar.
This was my favorite...
I drown another blighter
bursting bubble
in banter and bourboun,
this aimless all nighter.
Counting hours in the sweat beads
trickling down another
aimless hunter's
delectable throat.
is the prey a willing victim ? :heart:
There is a clue to all of this
somewhere, I do belive.
But it will find me tomorrow,
How I have missed reading and everyone here on Lit
What a wonderful experience, to simply let this one trip off the tongue and savor the sounds! Thanks, Liar.