Kanoodle

Kanoodle

A Poem by Miss Robinson

Secrets are fun but unkeepable, little pieces of awesomeness.

Giving them away is a crime, but I’m too young for jail.

The pandemic that sweeps through the stifling hot air, burning in sweat

It was like the bunny that was standing over my bed

Screaming the words, breaking me like an untamed horse

But I rejected hate and violence and I kanoodled about

Until mum said we had to leave

I like to imagine being there

In tacky movies

Songs with crappy Casio beats

And the enjoyment of the occasional surprise

Yeah, I’d go there.

© 2009 Miss Robinson


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Added on April 27, 2009
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Miss Robinson
Miss Robinson

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i like to write fiction. Stories more than poetry but I've taken a new fondness for it. And my poems aren't well done so don't seek to find something profound here. more..

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