I'm Not Strumming Poem by James Onuska

I'm Not Strumming



The little princess sleeps in her castle.
Do we cross; I had it handed to me.
No goats will yell, they are still behind the pens.
It all depends what you in fact need, bring it to seed.
You have a willing party, dress down; skin deep.
I'm speaking nonsense, it's not the latest dish out there.
I make you sweat, to what degree.
Mark my words, will soon astound.
The brain is on high alert, I think it's in the plural.
It's easier to manage, it takes a great more.
I heard you snoring through those paper thin walls.
Could be harder to shove, shove off.
Ten bucks, I spoke in a barrel.
What a lofty prize it is, no timber for you.
His voice is troubling, gone in drag.
Don't panic, it didn't even register.
Keep the child from yelling, leave without a trace.
I still can trace your whereabouts.
How about nothing in return.
You get nothing in return for your money.
Sit up straight, it is weighty.
You aren't the only one, simple as that. Is it attractive. Might be as of late.
Who broke your watch, watch your demeanor. Have it fixed. A postage stamp.
Hooves plow matter. It wasn't thrilling to see. It's beside the point. Better get it checked out. What flavor of the month is it. A crawl space. I do him proud, don't flinch. Spoken like a true believer. Nothing in my back pocket. A locket. Lock it up.
It happened straight out of nowhere. Is it tolerable. It is a trifle bit. Split screens.
You have to live your life passionately, so go ahead. That will do the trick. What a pick me. it's undeserved. Don't blush, rush it along. Ideally it was wrong. I'm reminded of the force needed. It still is reseeding. Not until you get the all clear. Believe you me, switch seats. Ends in a tidal wave. Wave to the congregation. What nation is it. Get stoked. It pits two against each other, it's the new policy.
Why lather. I'm fond of the caress. Don't mess it up. It points upward. What a powerful message in storybook form. Form words. Cheek bones. It's not even plastic, much like static. It comes and it goes. You will never believe me. Wait until I have my fill. I'm working out a deal. Does it have to be this strained. Relations. Cool a strip. I'm not subbing. Please resist all temptations. Tunnel of love splits the uprights. Don't be uptight. I found my marker. It needs placement. I'll be frank with you, splurge. Keep it going. Will be rebuffed. Choose wisely. Nearing a turn. A beard is there. Turkeys are neat to handle even if they aren't swift to eat. A new shipment arrives. Muzzle that. You speak practically. It resists burning. Too visible.
Watch the eyestrain. I will observe in go ahead fashion. Eyelashes done in a flash.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract,life
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