Ripped jeans, smiling at the seams makes me remember all our dreams. Colour streams and paper reams, we filled pages like fevered fiends.
My head spin-spins filling me with pin-pins (and needles.) Making me remember the elation equation…ink stained lovers touching under heated covers, breathless in our bareness spinning a web with crystal clarity reality.
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“ink stained lovers” = terrific imagery again. You got some serious talent there, Ms. Coke!
why thank you!
Probably it is my technical trade school education, but I just don't get poetry. No offence Anna, it is nothing personal I promise. I just never have been able to at all.
Here I was thinking that this was some sort of picture post that you wanted people to add or suggest a caption for… Slow, I know.
Do not worry about it, I know that some people won’t get it and that is fine. In the end I write for me, really.
Not slow at all.
Now Jo, don't be playing the old blame game here. You probably received a solid Model C education. Good for many. Even Julius managed to get through with a fine oratory skill.
Anna, I reckon that if you put your words into rhyming couplets, through in the odd "nigga", "bitch" and "ho", and put it out with a beat box backing track, then JoBra would get it well enough.
Whitebread! u offend me?
U who paid for my schooling?
Y cant Y cant Y cant U see?
U be de only one U be fooling!
Or something like that! I’d probably be more offended if I knew what a rhyming couplet was.