squirrels click clack on the roof
and race to each side
a scramble to catch ass?
Mother Nature moves on &
the way of life presents itself
in sync with spring.
morning-afternoon delight
without my consent.
little tree climbers
not as sneaky
as I thought,
public sexshow. #Poetry
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You treat love like it owes you
something
doling out side-eye glances trying your best to move it
when it’s firmly planted where
it should be a damsel in distress
stressed to the max
and undeniably crafty love isn’t on your payroll
yet you expect it to work
overtime
You lay down roots in
places where home will not
come when you call it
and surf the netΒ in higher than
high heelsΒ hoping for a piece of the not-so American pie
sliced just right
and sweetened to perfection
a sweet tooth’s dream, victimized and scorn,Β you carry love
on your shoulders asking
the world to pay attention to
your alter ego
instead of your natural state
Love does not accept collect calls doesn’t grant you three wishes
or murder your work enemy so
you can get ahead the ladder of life must be
climbed
and with love hanging in the
balance you put on different shoes
you change your clothes
you buy new makeup and dazzle
the neighborhood with fake smiles
Your version of love is a
heartache-induced party
conjured up by demented thoughts butΒ you call it “the past”
andΒ everyone slides into their
perfect placesΒ yearning to tour a maze with no exit love stands idly by
scoping out the scenery
intent on seeing what you have
colored red, turned it blue, and
made it green with envyΒ and absolutely
no love
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