Sunday, January 17, 2021

Song of 81 Poems - LXXIV




If influence stokes your self esteem.
Look for music.
   If the finger composes, I won't cook as a double.

My favorite two-step felt the rhythm,
   Decay, snap her from that trotting fiend.
   Nudism was used. Compose experiments, then what.
Mellifluous, (sniff!), she has her period.
   The dance is off.

Energy heard a black and white rhythm.
   See how she understands the silence.
Follow me, absurd Girl,
   Draw above canvas,
Mellifluous' style the opportunity,
   to see and tell, who resented.
   a foreign dance, in heart.

Mama come here and heal with intimacy,
Grass, no denial, respect, no peeking. 
   I'm all about bed.
Heal with deep breath.
  Loser, paint this orphan.

She tempers, "How old is life now?"
"Know my life's an experiment."
   To create grandeur, beside perfect childhood.

Esteemed minds won't observe
   how pressure smothers, in a black limpid experiment.
Hence smokey laughter is so good,
   Dark despair howled famously.

How my Muse made thought like days.


Song of 81 Poems:

  1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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