Maybe Brahms Would be Better

I have fay and awful samba music
On the stereo. There must be a reason
Why. My mind tells me there are two.
The first is that I haven't slept, and
Cannot sleep, since it is day, my
Shift at work now overnight. I
Lumber up and down the stairs
Awake but addled. Then, I lay,
And play these wretched, treacly tunes,
But reason two won't let me rest:
A red-haired beauty, shy and
Cautious, drawing closer, it would
Seem, but via spirals, each of which
Is barely smaller than the last.
Reckless, I would rush to her,
But she'd most likely dash away,
So I must wait, excited, badly
Needing to drift off to sleep, yet
Thinking, as my eyes are shut,
Of her, half-naked on a beach
As these damned sambas play.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-11 at 20:56

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