all seems fair in ignorance and bliss
hear a tune and reminisce
thinking in music...a song for every occasion
it ain't blue, but it's crystal persuasion
killing Pablo in a bent up spoon
humming a melody and I shoot for the moon
then Momma picks me up... from out the cradle
my head starts spinning...like a little dreidel
repetitious cycle, I loathe here beside it
like a bottle full of rum... and I a pirate
salute to the precedent...bottoms up
but no future is to come... if I refill my cup






i like you. your poetry stands on its own and it's definitely not white bread. i'll be by more often...



But because it's basically a song, you (or I did) and enjoy the words, and the tune it creates in your head.


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