Sitter
I've got a sitter called Mub,
a boring hitter in a bum-
the crisscrossing of falling things evaporate with me,
as I'm seeing,
savoring moments of feelings becoming beamed,
but I get back after a whole thing,
sauntering-
and rock climbing-
and coarse rhyming,
blasting um' all off but still needing more timing.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015
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