Dotted lines

Dotted lines

A Poem by Eve

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.

© 2014 Eve


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

Posted 2 Years Ago


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

Posted 4 Years Ago


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