if we could only learn to focus our minds… then… perhaps… we could do anything (i love this town i swear – i think)

poetry

sweeping roofs and grey skies
dragons, tea
bad kfc
striving just a little more
to see you romantic ‘lly

acid rain,
wet tiles squirt
up the sock i’ve worn
smiling people
spicy food
brakes so loud i need no horn
striving just a little more
been a romantic e’re since
the day i done been born

humid air,
suns mistook for moons
at high noon!
striving
please
just a little more
romantic
romantic
romantic
i can bend that spoon…

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