Wanna,wanna, whoop de loop.
Hold my baby, kiss my mom,
dance the way I used to do.
Desktops, blacktops, cut and paste,
speed down hills, learn the rules,
Sister Saint Marion, married to Christ.
Sixteen, life-green, pink tights, Swan Lake,
an Italian summer, a Venetian romance,
NYC my campus, Matisse, Philip Glass,
then mountains, desert, New Mexico's gold,
headstrong, headlong, swayed by applause,
wandering through canyons colored by God.
A year spent in England, the Isle of Wight,
rock seafronts in Cornwall, Land's End of the world,
a pause for the Maritimes, soft greens, booming tides.
Then losing my bearings, drunk on the street, nothing
but loathing my first years without drink.
Wanna,wanna, whoop de loop.
Hold my baby, kiss my mom,
dance the way I used to do.
My mind's got some fluff but she copes well enough. I've foundered in Florida with its heat and humidity, glorious beaches, and churchy stupidity.
I could use a cruise, a steadier step, a long walk in Paris with Johnny Depp.
It appears gone for good are dramas and bothers, threats and therapists, stoned needy lovers, but lovely, lovely, lovely are my cats' furry bellies.
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A slightly different version of this is in da book, "One Tale Tells its Tale to Another." I couldn't keep my hands off it today.
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Made me happy and spinny!
"It appears gone for good are dramas and bothers, threats and therapists, stoned needy lovers, but lovely, lovely, lovely are my cats' furry bellies."
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We whoop and twirl, dance and spin, don't even miss the silly gin, and old things that don't matter just fly away.
You are a committed joymonger, and it's lovely to see. *
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Love it! *
Nicely done. I especially like stanza 3 and the closing stanzas. *
Lovely.
Trippy. *
Yep, yep, yep!*
Image soup. Delicious. *
"but lovely, lovely, lovely are my cats' furry bellies"
Perfect ending!
Nice transition to a slower beat in the last bit - really like this a lot!
I love the "canyons colored by God." *