like salt on a bloodsucker
recoiling, shriveling
paralyzed fits of punishing
pawnshop
reuniting
with the sell-out
the down and out
muck and mire choir
singing
praises from a tenor sax
and a song
you can’t let go of…
fill the loving cup
and drink it dry
try to stay away
but you can’t fight
the pull
of the taffy
you get stuck in the
sweetness
and you wanna
die happy
Celluloid1
Prague © 2011
Milos, thank you for this beautiful, soulful photo, Love Lisa🙂
Yes its a great place to be stuck – in the pull of this poem.
Thank you dear Fred, one of my favorites, Lisa🙂
Beautiful poem and great talent Lisa. Thank you and I’m happy. Milos🙂
Thank you my dear Milos! kisses Lisa🙂
great hymn to this amazing instrument
xoxo
roz
Thank you Roz, I miss you, see you in Jack’s class tomm!🙂