Friday, February 7, 2014

Attica Road (Poem 312)

High tomorrow 
we found plum 
magical you can fear 
her   you need air
then give her more 
cashmere and deal 
me in Friday
on Attica Road

Be still child of time   
morning will soon be 
the cat's ears are up
in the moon on his May
night time musical habit  
on Attica road

A bad heart can choke 
you   high on a totem
or color coordinated 
pool bar hotel
fearless magical naked
job left back standing
out in a bay 
on Attica Road

His empty tomorrow
a kiss a bow sing
to her   know for
a year or 
more   merry 
pair wrapped 
in a blanket 
on Attica Road 

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six