He Does This to Me Every Time

I reel. I may have spent too long
Immersed in dear Walt's ecstasies.
He's rich as marzipan while I am
Thin, astringent. He defeats me.
As he does, though, he turns back
To raise me. That's just how he is,
And, in the end, we part as friends.
He resumes walking down
The highway, spouting verse
Unceasingly. I go inside and sit
In silence, death grip on an old
Armchair. Intent on going back
To brooding, I try not to reel.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-12 at 22:27

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