Indiscretion
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8 X 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Morning smacks two cheats.
Cock crows on three-peat;
caught among four sheets.
Stark in a strange bed,
led by the blunt head.
Knowing I went wrong,
yielding to snake tongues-
I'm the jukebox clown.
That lazy bass grind,
grog, cigar haze, blind.
Bone-stirring find,
a hip-shaking noose,
natty, chatty, loose
bearing apple juice,
and lips, jazzy red,
annulled vows we said.
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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