January 10, 2016

Anxious Guitar

On my way to a date -- Heaven or Hell?
-- I started to pencil for aquarel.
The meeting -- surprise! -- for her and me
Turned Heaven -- too fast! -- to a shocking degree
For some this feels natural, for others, no
And now my guitar in messy locks go
One night it was all right to meet in such heat.
The sadder day after I heard some cold feet.

There's also a fish. It is merely there.
It might ponder this beautiful, tragic affair.

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