..
g’head. poke this poem.
it don’t care.
call it names:
knick knack
sad sack
tired hack
click clack.
tease and please
it with a red rover
and a come on over
and a midnight booty call
to arms; some quiet
charms within
a bee-stung spell.
wish it well
and hand it a
jump rope, a be
-speckled bike spoke,
a voice that spins
and swells.
play it over and over
and over again like a mix
tape well spun. then re
-wind it ’round your finger
and fling it
to
the
sun.
.
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You had me at the title. Damn this is good.
Title by Miss Shawna. 🙂
(Aka Violet. Today. Tomorrow she shall have another gorgeous name, and face.)
Hot damn, this is killer!!!
Shazam, I love this:
“tease and please
it with a red rover
and a come on over
and a midnight booty call
to arms”
Well, I’m pretty sure it would rather be flung to the moon 😉