November's treasure
++ November's treasure ++
Mississippi Queen look she's no movie-star
She's always just been the Led Zeppelin swan song
As thin a beam shone bright from a lovers plight
My Moon-beam hits 28 in morrow
She'll say goodbye to that club
Gods in blue jeans spandex was never as cultured
vingt sept
It all doesn't matter if you don't read
Frankenstein's letter
Wait until the worms are all gone
Should be by around quarter to One
Frosted eyes a night light flickers
Saying the moons too bright
The dogs all think we know
Except for the hounds that led you straight down to Hell
Twenty seven
Mortal sleeping city yell
Mirrored images trapped inside a fractured lens
Opening the door for some story to tell
Reaction distraction competitive inimical contraption
Into the minutes where black holes collide
Sent with a message to other alien life.
Treasures explored a life of love implored
Why does it always led to women
And why do I want so bad
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2023
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