A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Sunday, July 28, 2019

the motive

It sounds like a masturbation scenario.
I think you look down on women
you don't know, trying to reframe
some way they'd look up? You're close enough
to her, don't press your luck. You're close
enough to her. Don't press your luck - but why
take advice from a snake like me? You only
want a slice, and the cake is free! But trust me.
I don't need
your belief or faith. We've only seen
the lines on the face of the fate we make.
There's a someone for you, somehow.
It doesn't take a prince
to convince her now.
It only takes a minute
to plan this life - but then
it falls to you to pretend it's right,
to dislodge and return the knife. That blood's
not important enough to wipe.

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