Your Ears May Burn

She was tall
But never close enough
to feel
Pretend is more fun
Forensic timeline pathology
intersected by blooms
and stray insects
French language labs
someone pulled the blinds
and one eye clouds over from behind.
Check your thirst on wine
not yet finished. Plentiful supply.
Good vintage. Regarde. Tu Attende?
Too soon! Why did you stop?
Real is better, son.
Salvaged scorn plans unborn
Get Friday, Friday, Friday!
voir the vore, Tame the whore
Take a backseat a while
your star is in the ascension
You will be reborn.
Into the same but different
A new day. Something like before.
A chance to prove yourself this time.
Before you scorn, the fire in your ear.

Burning Ear by alphaNicobaralpha

©2017 Andrew Watkins

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