Not Mr. Right

I’ve cried
I’ve wept
I’ve cried
I’ve leapt.

So coarse
and full of
an elixir;
a half cup.

I reach
you receive.
I return
you leave.

So I dug;
dug a hole.
So I held
no control.

I crucified
I maligned
all divine I
return time.

Back to
this page
I return
all a rage.

I smoke it
as if a sage.
I feel it
I it gauge.

Grip a lip,
turn an eye.
I’ll return
a surprise.



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