her headstrong face

her headstrong face

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR

she gave me her headstrong face
left me feelin outa place
left me feelin like i had lost the space cadet race
then she pulled off her designer wares an i knew it wasn't the case
her mind is a frown
like its pervaded by a sad clown
like she is plundered holy ground
she just sits there open eyed without a sound
she gave me her headstrong face
but i just could not replace the shattered mind
no matter how unkind
fathead weak in her thoughts
ill at ease to where i had been brought
i just stood there mumbling
while her fingers did some bumbling
big wet smile on her face
left me feelin outa place
like i really did loose the space cadet race
kissing her headstrong face

© 2014 MARK JOHN JUNOR


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Added on October 21, 2014
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MARK JOHN JUNOR
MARK JOHN JUNOR

miramar, FL



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