Fitted and StraightA Poem by SaintCoryAnd gliiiideFitted
and Straight
Don’t think it is the fabric which
drapes So effortlessly over your knee-- pinstripes
run Down, deeper, under, all around the shin. Huff, hang on, inquire pointlessly. The calf doesn’t know they planned
presence, The ankle thinks it a coincidence But the laces leave him still
accessible-- And lingering allows moments to
accumulate. A stripe and a stripe can become
intertwined Rather than chase an ankle mindlessly Straight, a path in no way interesting. However, that style-- it’s dangerous
dressing. © 2012 SaintCory |
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Added on September 6, 2012 Last Updated on September 6, 2012 AuthorSaintCoryTacoma, WAAboutI am 18 years of age, heading into college, and want to grow as a writer. I love the beat generation and love Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Hunter S Thompson, Charles Bukowski, Chuck Pa.. more..Writing
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