Sunday, 26 June 2022
Yara
Love is a breakfast test,
in this summer, of trauma,
don't I feel blessed,
sailing dangerously,
with a would be Cassanova,
all his troubles start with me,
they roll around my head,
this tremendous performance,
the metaphorical duplicity he sheds,
howling like a banshee,
his complaints grow enormous,
I bend like the breeze,
the radio roars its manifest,
everything inside me falls,
goes weak, seeks wine at 8 am,
shocking that he's never at ease,
a boat rocking in a storm,
I try to calm the sea ,
call upon the holy ghost.
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