all the windows: a good night song

all the windows are closed
in the front of the house

(the breeze is dead, even outside -
the crickets
sing a good night song)

maybe i want a relationship,
but i don't want to be owned
by some hot piece of ass
in a pink mini-skirt,
black bikini top,
strawberry-red lips

"fuck!"

we learn joy in slow suicide

3/15/15



Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-09 at 20:28

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
She can own me.
2015-05-11


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
There is nothing wrong with slow suicide if you are not in any hurry. Nor the woman you write of. But each to his own :)
2015-05-11



Ouch! I think you might have made the wrong choice, but remember, it was your choice. :-) Good poem.
2015-05-09


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you Thomas, you made me smile with this - after all, we are only human - may be alternated the colour scheme

Elle x
2015-05-09