Coffee Shop Chaos
...listening to the ambiance, this poem grows from my pen....Haversack abandoned White birch tree grove Nevermind that my heart never drove so far from home Than when I set my sights on you. Ate eight grapes to forsake the forgiveness in your shade Petty grandstanding bastard Love-child-having, cutthroat stallion Your reins are better as a gallows rope You told me you loved me Even though you wanted me to repeat it back reciprocal My spirit cringed So I said ‘nope’ And walked away...
