Saturday, 14 April 2012

Poem 107- Painted London backdrops and inside handholding

Painted London backdrops and inside handholding

Let’s do a bit of inside handholding
And something cultural as the rain
Begins to drop.
Swirling pictures and butterflies communally
Satirized in long queues nipped past and
Waited out. I feel cyclical
I feel light headed. A diamond encrusted
Day and a cow head straight from the butcher.

You are the perfect companion
You bring smiles to my entire self
And false sentiments towards
Paintings too hipster are made more
Bearable to the point of fun.
Lets go outside and hold inside
Hands. No Hype.

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