Open Poetry #40 |
Concealed Exposure |
Rottiestyl Member
since 2007-04-19
Posts 60Illinois, USA |
I get dog tired of the tattered curtains Hiding smug smiles. I hear their whispers through the Screaming wind. The howling is a fresh reprieve from the Fake Betrayals. Put the smudge of that big nose inside Your own pane. . . Pain. Look around your callused feet first Leave mine to the toil and trouble that Belongs to me. Raise your eyebrow at a poor soul who has A clean clunker in the driveway and Upside down daisies in his weeds. He is sure to have something for gossip. My middle is not your top. You will find no step latter on my back Only reflections from your jealousy. I get dog tired of the stained glass portals Hiding lonely to do housewives regrets. Raining in a coffee cup of Bourbon. Wrapped three thick in gold and green. Oh so vulnerable to the slabs end. Watching me stroll by and Wanting it both ways. Selfish and sad. I get dog tired. By: K. Mulroney 04-05-2007 Copyright
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
felt your true feelings. your poems is naturally smooth like soft summer wind brushing the vast dark green corn field of illinois under the blue sky. today is cloudy. enjoyed. |
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