Friday, November 23, 2012

Transnational (A Poem)

Oh Amelia, with your jalopy towns,
In dizzyingly pointless gowns,
Populated by organized felons,
Noble peasants, and petty thieves,
Your eyes are the sort that deceive.
You are my baby,laughing at me.
Amelia your colors changed!
Are those some things you would exchange?

Oh my dear, you would never guess,
I've found you touchier than the rest.
Your magnanimity really astounds.
You've never put the hors d'oeuvres down.

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