Everybody Hates a Rhyming Poem

[especially a rhyming love poem]

He sang her down the night tattoo
She said he taste like paper glue
Danced tonight the obligatory mambo
Two they went where only one go
They kissed the sky’s bright spat display
Swam the road to Mandalay
And when the night up-lit the trees
They rose through light in slow degrees
To touch the wind upon the brow
To drink the night in the here and now
To go beyond the morning news
That lines them up like polished shoes
To go beyond the shallow flake
That fakes the day with wedding cake
To see behind these blinking eyes
To blow the night in a feast of sighs

June 2011

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