Tides Tell

The skies lie
The wind subsides
Pretty girls twinkle
In the shade of besides

Find you your void
Not too much beer
You’ve only one life
This at least ought be clear

Not me your muse
Nor confessor be
Want real life
Hug your own dumb tree

Shut up shut up
Faith ever wanes
Were you ever saved
By 10-thousand paper cranes

Swirl a satin swizzle
In your cinnamon cup
You can do better
No really, ‘sup?

That’s it
Really no more
How far south
To find an unattended shore

Where the skies always lie
And the wind resides
Sunset comes with a twinkle
In between neap tides

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on March 23, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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