Wednesday, August 5, 2015

6981. I DO SWEAR

I do swear, sometimes you're really pretty lovely.
Little turned up nose, those perky blue eyes, that
lithesome quality I can't quantify. Sitting by the
water, just watching it blur, you remind me of a
fantasy story, something about queens and old-time
lancers and their quests. And then  -  right past you  -  
come these two other girls from somewhere else, 
yapping and doing their double-talk prance along
the black-hot Summer pavement. Yes, the modern
day intrudes again, and I can't find anything good 
in it. They disappear in a blur, like sluts in a
modern movie.

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