Sunday, August 24, 2014

Strangers In Bars

Strangers In Bars

By: M. MacMinn

Some form of madness
a style of strain
Purged in a path of emptiness
filled by cow and pig in my blood

Each argument loses merit
when actions are involved
A humble path to precision
on an arrogant road unresolved

You are potentially my lover
the glisten of dew on your thighs
I'll prose to you in matrimony
a wife of the moment
on the phone across the bar

Be timid and foolish
resign yourself to my arm
A cast-away of emotion
in neon lights you'll go far

Lost, foolish and young
education is important
pay attention to strangers in bars

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