it’s a long, dusty road
out to your mom’s, a covered wagon
made it in some movie, the only
fame the damned town ever knew
until you left your mom’s house
one Sunday at noon.
sure, carry yourself like some
victor, like some hunted animal,
shock the virgins at the
high school, dress up like
Lindsey Lohan, expose one breast
and rock the concert.
pabulum will be served next time, so
iron your panties, settle your stomach,
exercise your options, and
drag me to the altar, my backside
peppered by buckshot
and your ol’ man singing
Willie Nelson songs out
the pick-up window.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Bravo!
Susan