(Thought I’d post another poem from Wednesday Night Regular before I head off to the club.)
for Sloan
Her eyes caress me
Glancing dangerous places
Making idle promises
Her smile consumes me
Absorbing intellect
Leaving nothing of use
Her song compels me
To the rocky shore
Of her clockwork hips
One of my favorites. I liked the recording. :)
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Thanks, TL! I tried really slowing down my delivery to see how it would sound. I wonder if it will work as well at an open mic…
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