Unbuckling From That Tight Thick Strap
On my back,
I see you casting shadows.
And picnicing under rain drenched clouds.
Can't you see I know that?
Can't you see me unloosening that hold.
And.
You gon' git off my back.
I've had it with stress to digest traps.
You gon' git off my back.
I like the blues...
But sitting in a groove to finger pop,
And toe tap...
In 'slo-mo'?
No.
That ain't me no more.
I'm snatchin' you from where you are,
And throwing your...
Intentions,
Out the door.
Can't you see me unloosening that hold.
And unbuckling from that tight thick strap.
You gon' git off my back.
I've had it with stress to digest traps,
Like that.
For too long!
On my back,
I see you casting shadows.
And picnicing under rain drenched clouds.
Can't you see I know that?
Can't you see...
You are not a habit,
I will get adapted to...
And allow it to get established?
No!
You gon' git off my back.
I like the blues...
But sitting in a groove to finger pop,
And toe tap...
In 'slo-mo'?
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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