the WOMAN in RED
Monotony…
I periodically peek
at the shoe-flower bloom,
outside my room,
leaning on liberation
from my gloom…
I know!
I maniacally make
a hell of noise,
in pitiful poise,
all aware that I can’t
beat the solar choice…
In pride, in glory,
in Satan’s base,
seeing Barium blaze,
in streaks at every
Schumacher race…
that failed to amaze…
But the moment that
I saw the front of her face;
I felt my mistake…
Choked on cherry cake…
Sorry, Lady Luck...
Fresh from the fall
off S.S. Relation…
Could’ve done with
some patience,
Docking at some stations,
I’ve committed a
personal crime…
Would’ve been better
with a bit of
the thief of time!
I still feel the touch of you
on me, my Lady…
But take it back,
leave me on my track,
I’m just another loner:
Sadder than a stoner…
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