Dotted lines

It's not like the third floor 

had expected her.

She, with the sweet/mean tale

often confusing wrong 

with insane, both being equally

brilliant as night and day.

The closest she ever came to 

buttery syrup a fore that date

was with a Panamanian who had

the common sense to equip a 

rain jacket every time

it didn't rain, 

but not enough ingenuity 

to stay off the porno sites

when he decided to stay outside.

..and the skies are pretty,

and the skies are playmates 

not as if,

she never contemplated the paint chips

before the lord knew it was not a deal

breaker for a true gentleman.

its her attraction to the insane

that has me worried, the ones

who believe the confused are

a transfusion to be continued...

just beyond the doors of iniquity

that sneak up on a girl in the 

middle of the night and growl

just to scare the be-jesus out

of her.

 no, she will not sign on that

dotted line...though hopefully,

considering a few "hail Mary's" 

just might sting a little.

Reviews

[guy drori]

"Just migth sting a little" - nice ending, and I really liked the fifth stanza

[Chris]

sometimes some NEED the stinging to remind them they can still feel...