Raw

You skip Go-Lightly on egg-shells
I leap between Depression's-chasms
yellow-yolk dilemma rolls us downhill
almost comically colliding together

This is our term of endearment
airing in public places the grief of Raw Things
a small sliver of sentimental baggage 37
still warm & maliable at the bar

Published March 05, 2010 Write a comment
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Frank Lambert
I really like the way you write your lines, they leave much to interpretation. This is another original verse I enjoyed reading.
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