Curved Bow

Benjamin Jenkins, poem, poems, poetry, writing

The pressure required,

To create an impression.

Appear outgoing and funny.

Not smoke.

Make money.

Relation ends poorly;

Ships sink unexpectedly.

Miss soft lips and curved back.

Strike match to the give, give, give.

Fine aged conversation.

A body, a mind.

Let’s unwind, remain as friends.

Broken too many times

To find comfort in permanence.

What vessel can stand the stress of time?

Focus on myself.

Get out of my mind.

Kicked the nicotine.

Caffeine and Mary’s Jeans are rampant.

Business as usual.


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