Vile, but soo courageous,
counter-spin the clock;
your gaze cannot put him to, view
he's underneath a rock;
cursed, days I've known him,
counter-spin the clock.
~
Kleptic, pipe-line ambush
counter-spin the clock;
all was empty, save the shadow tree
he isn't worth the chalk;
cursed, days I've known him
counter-spin the clock.
~
Dormant congeries that diddle
counter-spin the clock;
we'll fade, into shades of grey
then, he has no room to talk.
Cursed days I've known him
counter-spin the clock.
~
Be careful of this nomad,
counter-spin the clock
within the mist, we'll get the "gist"
but, we'll be mindful of the flock;
cursed days I've know him,
counter-spin the clock.
~
"Tis shameful, of our actions,
counter-spin the clock;
evading eyes, that could paralyze
while dancing 'round the block;
cursed days I've known him
counter-spin the clock.
~
"Tis my own fault for knowing scum
counter-spin the clock.
Thank, out loud! Despise the crowd;
he's put my ass in hock!
I've finally outgrown...."him"...
counter-spin the clock.
~
Comments
Dig it!
to me it speaks of old friends, lost in the stultification of their lives. Not taking risks, growing or changing. You may have meant something completely different, but to my reading it is a very good poem.
Interesting structure, poignancy mixed with anger.
One of my favourites of yours to me for a while.
I was going to say much of
I was going to say much of what Jess said, This was well written and had the 'emotional" impact you may have intended.
Joe