Slodehand
Slodes new poem
Low slode-hand
I cant explain the fierce pain
Detached reattached no change to spare
Wild and free and then god help me
Challenges inept
failures future reaps wisdoms fury
Torpedo submarine full secret in deep
Save me from myself
Some of my favorite songs had no meaning at all
They were just songs that we all sung
I grew up in the towns
everyone smiles and waves like a tilt of the cap
Tell me the real story
Let me remember the smell of burning leaves
No way to disguise
your mustard glaze
A shout out to humor
Who doesnt believe in d-rama
Escape popular and fate
She had a heart
Until it got swallowed
Save myself from me
People can be dynamite in both meanings
When they take it upon themselves to forgive
Should they command such a worldly care
Allowed to take it upon themselves
To say the World is sorry for their silience
She had a lover who had control over everything except control.
It was fiercely shallow
Turn in my hand
But still playing
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2023
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