Thursday, July 12, 2018

[Grounded Cafe] a poem



Out this window,
a brave new world stares
just back over my shoulder-

the Calinis abrade
the view;
not a bad distraction,
sudden glamour, blooming
coquettes, blushed, brushed
beauties, diploids done up so
wonderful, one is obliged
to praise the union of once apart
haploids-

since i've nowhere to go &
nowhere to go is the sole reality,
how grateful one must make of me,
to even get a glimmer past,
proper stolen gems side-
pocketed,
just as anyone else would commit-


-Dontrell Lovet't

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