in your tire . . . d
mind
every night
as cotton t(h)reads
cradle your head,
the way she did before
you . . . drove her away . . .
You haven’t seen her
cruising around,
she’s too busy
hijacking sleep
from man-ifold drivers
who hit the skids
on delivering her
de . . . man . . . ds . . .
But she’ll keep hitchhiking
rides in your mind,
the way she did before
you . . . drove her away . . .
mind
every night
as cotton t(h)reads
cradle your head,
the way she did before
you . . . drove her away . . .
You haven’t seen her
cruising around,
she’s too busy
hijacking sleep
from man-ifold drivers
who hit the skids
on delivering her
de . . . man . . . ds . . .
But she’ll keep hitchhiking
rides in your mind,
the way she did before
you . . . drove her away . . .
 |
| She Invites You to Take a Ride |
We’re three weeks into
the challenge now, which means “Two-for-Tuesday” day today. This is the one I
break out every challenge (alumni know which one I’m talking about).
For
today’s prompt:
- Write a love poem and/or…
- Write an anti-love poem.
Because some folks just aren’t that into love poems.
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