Angry poem about boyfriend
with your overcoat depressions;
furrowed brows winking at the brim
of a hat.
You bore me
with your hands-deep-in-pocket thoughts;
hole-in-shoe-shuffle with sad old seg sound.
Your turn-ups tell a tale of turn downs.
You escape for a while through the neck
of a good second-hand shirt.
Ritzy jackets, razzy ties;
belted up trousers strain
over circuit-trained thighs.
You want to be in a boom town baby
...so go.
Poetry by Joan Borland
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Written on 2022-04-22 at 10:01
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Don't you come huffily stubble to mewith your overcoat depressions;
furrowed brows winking at the brim
of a hat.
You bore me
with your hands-deep-in-pocket thoughts;
hole-in-shoe-shuffle with sad old seg sound.
Your turn-ups tell a tale of turn downs.
You escape for a while through the neck
of a good second-hand shirt.
Ritzy jackets, razzy ties;
belted up trousers strain
over circuit-trained thighs.
You want to be in a boom town baby
...so go.
Poetry by Joan Borland
Read 221 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2022-04-22 at 10:01
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