Jonesing it isn’t the best way to go
he thinks solemnly while testing the tap
for cold, not hot
finds himself enveloped in tepid which wouldn’t be so bad
if he’d had the time to spare
Joshing it works
by virtue of virtue and for some reason
he likes the thought but it fades as sun-bleached things do
Naming it is useless today even with an “ing” or an I-N-G
haphazardly applied to the end as though the ending makes any sense of
the beginning
That is a great poem, it hovers, never quite lands which gives it resonance.
I like that…a hovering poem. Thanks, Paul.
Holy Moly Fuckaroly! Thats it. It warranted a Holy Moly Fuckaroli and in my curse laden (tainted) verbal universe that is a compliment of the highest order. I don’t waste em on just anyone ya know. Keep writing like this. So damn good.
Val, thank you, kind lady. I am honored to have made the Holy Moly Fuckaroly list. I find your use of curses, especially fuck, endearing.
In fact, Val, I feel the need to express to you a very friendly, “well, fuck.”
love those last lines 🙂
and the high quality of the comments here! hahaha
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