Hot thinking
hungry for
summer treats
draped slightly
above
the chin
when steamy
July
thunderstorms
rumble
she'll peel
whats left again
Then move
from couch
to the floor.
Ignoring the
sit com called
Father Knows Best.
May her dad
tinker slowly
with lawn
mowers.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Octopoem(Teen day 67)
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 12:51 PM
Labels: new poetry
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