Whatever is the common term,
You’ve always exceeded.
Quiet, but so pronounced.
You waited 50 years for attention.
And all my muses warn me not to fall in love with another generation
And your generation is just general
For You
And somehow you have so much attention,
It’s dwindled into villainy just as I used to be. The dangerous gal gone dormant.
And all I want to do is go to a bar alone with $100 and my glasses on to find you sneaking by hearing my call.
My friends know everything about me and move with me. Respectful maybe no say to him but smiles. And we move like herds and cattle calls.
Honky Tonk with me in poetry moaning the blues and I’ve chosen every color.
Green for awhile and lavender too. Rustic yellow and rust orange to match my black boots. Onyx and Hematite and Tigers Eye, I find you like a little fly.
Mothman could even be you.
You put me ditsy like a fool.
Just wanna read about you and I found you.
A story to tell in notions.
I’ve got your poems, that’s all I need.
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