" maybe we are all spent souls
Punching clocks to fix heart's latest mistake....
Givin out thi gs it cant afford
The lesson & the reward... All laid out on its best .
Never lost a day trying to be good
Yet still left in the yard
Still hungry in the woods..
Much like the queen of gentle agreements
Most laborious in nature..... Shredding muscles to keep the peace.
TO BE GREATER than last week
So you run .Faster .
Branches are slapping you on the face
Haven't seen a berry in weeks... So you stop at a creek
Only to see that queen you once missed on the cheek....
" never hand off your trust in fancy Jar
To one who's motto is ' what happens in the bar
Stays in the bar"
I’m a cancerian queen
a stark raving poet
defender of this lawn ,
From Those trying to Mow it .
Beverly has a lamp , works only the day !
She won't throw it away .... her lamp that lights up
Solely mid day
For she has a heart of gold
But keeps it cold to guard her from a lover ..Dressed under cover .
~ eleanor price aka
Chubby chubby bird bathing in the snow got a long way to go , little bro
Parts of me wished I lived there even though I never did .
Is it I, ultimately, responsible for this here ladybug 'high ? ever so orange , helpless and ti-NY
Horizontal on the chopping block , the cutting board
that counter top
The lino floor.
Flailing in a wading pool, a fading smile gone sour
Wrapped tightly in a whirlwind, busting buildings by the hour .