Tuesday, July 6, 2010

...and the Pursuit of Happiness

I loved.

I fancied.

She called me

A Nancy.

Now she stands

Determined

To have me.

To hold me.

To love me

Occasionally

Shove me.

To smack me

Attack me.

Point out

my lacking.

I'm thinking

of stacking

These felonies

You bring me

Will not see

Anything

That is happening

It's a fantasy

And I'm smart

And I'm strong

I'm gonna live long

And prosper

Maybe offer

A hand

Or a song

Something

To move on

Something

To groove on

She's music

To my ears

Until I'm

Proved wrong

She’s a manic

Distraction

A disturbing

Transaction

A part of

Her faction

But the sailing

Just feels right.

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