April 11, 2015
She goes shy of the very shadows;
completely infused in first section hard-copy news
She peruses column leads
Refusing all too-sad reads
As i do
But you got this guy here who is seriously shy
To fill skies w/ gloom jam jabbed in.
They can kill a guy.
(The ones you stood up against.
Three tons of blue mood, you face
Too often, too fierce to soften & go.
This man here could not stand there,
She can’t relate
To the cinema I saw late
She says they blur more black than white
She says they end not..just not right.