- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Our Song
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Click hereDishonest thunderstorms
will smoothly wash
the burning radio
which I have cast in shotput style
from the window above
The radio was innocent
but made the mistake
of coming between me
and the anger and sorrow
that I hold in reserve
for your delayed return
Delayed not by the storm
but by his enfolding arms
you have made your decision
like I told you to
but not the one I wanted
And so I glare down
at the offending radio
and loudly proclaim
my minor victory
"There! Now, don't ever play
that fucking song again!"
- COMMENTS
~hellbaby~over 19 years agoI hate it when they play that damned song,but I loved the words you wrote. So very well put!
~hellbaby~over 19 years agoI hate it when they play that damned song,but I loved the words you wrote. So very well put!
CharleyHover 19 years agowell, many hearts apparently, and hearts, which in turn, corrupt many good songs. I enjoyed your corpse entry. Thanks.
flyguy69over 19 years agoClever use of stiff words, Belegon. I agree with JD4G-- the title and the third stanza are a little redundant; you could probably do with one or the other.
