POETRY: RINSE, REPEAT

©Mimi Wolske, January 2014

All Rights Reserved

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She grabbed a glance out the window;

Morty pulled her in by her funeral shoes

Before the wedding veil blew away

Completely…

Too late.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Paper planes over the Grand Canyon,

Pipe dreams racing the rapids

Only to be fished and salvaged like

Refused love…

Too late.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Garbed hellos and naked goodbyes,

She crawled into the cleft of his mouth,

The antithesis of worldly beauty,

Loving him…

It’s late.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Frightened as Satan meeting God,

She stubbed her toe on flirtatious remarks

and innuendos and hopelessly lost her heart—

Completely…

Forever

Rinse

Repeat.

 

 

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