spy

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She yearned to 
become a spy
yet she failed 
so miserably

She walked 
the long walk
and dressed
in hued tones

She hushed the
sharp tongues
and asked for
bad karma

For those
that would 
play her—
the good ones
obeyed her

Lila yearned to 
become a spy
yet she failed 
so miserably

She wore her 
dark shades,
unravelled
dark plots

/ with feline intention
and birdlike precision /

Yet her wings
she did not
want to
get
w
e
t

So she’d run
under cover
on rainy 
days

It was always
warmer
by that
fireplace

She yearned
to become a spy—
Yet she failed
so miserably

blurred lines

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under 
bare light
you should
take 
f l i g h t

yet,
change 
of mind—
you stay 
b e h i n d

tomorrow’s dream
          a written
stream
of conscious
s     e    l    f 

                        sublimely 
                                  bored
                    severely
           u n d e r 
              w h e l m e d

i want
out here
you won’t
be 
n e a r

bare light—
take flight
i want you here
come back
a g a i n

tomorrow’s dream
             a written
stream
of conscious
s     e    l    f 

all blurred
blue
lights
in fancy
d r e a m s

                         sublimely 
                                  bored
                    severely
           u n d e r 
              w h e l m e d

tomorrow’s dream
            a written
stream
of conscious
s     e    l    f 

poetic hangover

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verse
bursts
exploding
against
your 
connoisseur
poetic
p  a  l  a  t  e ,

barely
tickling
your
fancy
cushioned 
b  r  a  i  n ,

inebriated
with wordplay,
then nursing 
your poetic
hangover 
back to
s  o  b  r  i  e  t  y .

verse
bursts
exploding
against
your 
connoisseur
poetic
p  a  l  a  t  e ,

always
yearning for 
new embellished
rhymes
to lick and
f  o  n  d  l  e ,

distilled liqueurs
wasting away
in that—
your vintage
cellar
without a
n  a  m  e ,

all verse—
aflame,
oh, such a
s  h  a  m  e  .