Thread: There Was

sometimes i get away with
letting Myself go.

Myself undulates, sways
and swims,
plays too.
has sex here
and there
with the wind

it’s a stray Soul
what can i say?

i curb the
Bastard
sometimes i smack it
with a big stick
and it whimpers,

and I say
Fine
go ahead,
play in your goddamn meadow.

sometimes it plays
Dead,
and i say
You think I’m going to pity you?
and i usually do.

but i figure i have
to let Myself go
sometimes,
otherwise
i'll go crazy,
you know?

This piece flows very well and is easy to understand, which is refreshing - I think my favorite part is:

sometimes it plays
Dead,

the slight pause between the lines has one thinking simply "plays", then "plays dead" - nice

not sure about the title of the piece, though
---todd

what toddm said.
not a bad selection though