Angry poem about boyfriend

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Don't you come huffily stubble to me
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 go.

Poetry by Joan Borland
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Written on 2022-04-22 at 10:01

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Fantastic piece of work, the title doesn't matter, the words are everything

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Great rhythm, great voice, great poem, love it.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very hart felt and well expressed work, Joan Borland. Welcome to poetbay.
Ken D (Williams)

Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent poem, lively diction, vivid! And a heartfelt welcome!