This predilection rushing
circumstance red put blues away.
Astray went any time of day.
Why put my blues hope,
pray until you find reservations.
I blame the ring of fire,
a wall of flames blues away.
Emotion running riot neighbourhood,
screaming dead night
to understood my blues.
Little darling, tell 20/20 vision
I know it's nearly bedtime getting lonely.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 464
Blues Away
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.