doubtless doubtful, but new hats are all the rage…

green

ain’t it a fucking tragedy?
day-after-day-after-day,
waitin’ for some beautiful genius
to say something beautiful
& profound; instead she gives
out pablum, or worse,
love poems. is she the tender
sort? doubtful. yet
there is so much to say,
& she’s got the chops;
something special is in there.
fucking-A darling,
what are you waiting for?

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You just never know who might be listening to what you might be saying. I probably wouldn’t be so bothered if I didn’t think there was something fucking brilliant wrapped up in green glasses. Well, every good poem needs some mystery. What good does it do any of us to have to spell it out? Besides, no link this time. I ain’t gotta worry about who might be listening.

crb.

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2 Responses to “doubtless doubtful, but new hats are all the rage…”

  1. doubtfulpoet Says:

    No you really don’t know who might be listening 🙂 I’m waiting, anticipating, deliberating. I thought I may try a little bit of love instead of heart ache and suff’ring. Seems to have displeased you sir 😦 I must try harder

  2. Naw, you didn’t displease me. You are too fucking talented to not take a swing at other facets of life is all. And no, you really never know who might be listening. Thanks for the visit chica, can’t wait to see what you come up with.

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