November 28, 2017

Poetry: “Shift”

Wouldn’t you like
To steal a glimpse
Of this (rough draft)
Ill-mannered shizz?

Stintin’ in prison
No visible bars
But the cage still
And when I make new
Blood spurts
To start
The flow
Of suggestions

Maybe we should
Take a cab back
To that one park
Where we “parked”
After dark
And the Windows fogged up
When you slid the stick shift
Up into D5
And drove me
All night
Without turning on
The headlights

Just a thought.


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