Saturday, July 5, 2014

Broom, Vroom!

woe is the withered nerd-rebel
practicing the rain
of all the tears
of riddles and fears
waxing and waning
in pain
and shards of sunshine rays
in theories
drizzling floodlights
moving dreary
spidey detective, profiles guise
call it both naive and wise
angry dexter girl in vain
skipping down the hidden lane
to underestimate
is as bad as
to hate
just like fish bait
is the colour of fate
there her toes do wade
and like a blade
so does the raid
again in meddling
avon peddling
whilst allergic to perfume
like sweet berries of doom
they grow around, and loom
'til she grabs a broom
up up away
per ricochet ...

-N.M. Rose Guedes

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