Saturday, July 30, 2011

[237] Little Victims (incomplete poem)

Let me take you on a roller coaster ride.
I take it back.
Let me take you to the place I love to hide.
And just like that,
Never mind

Are you bored, my dear?
I try to excite.
No no, you’d never shed a tear
Walk alone at night
Ever clear

A fantastic array you can paint
Or maybe quite daft
Holier than thou, but never a saint
No need for a draft
It’s faint