POEM TEN B

Apparently I got carried away with this prompt.  So there are two un-love poems for your consideration.  (This is a side of me you never see.  ;-o  

 

POEM TEN B

I see you coming

like a red bowling ball

down the gutter.

Your shrill laugh pierces my ears.

You want me like fly paper.

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