Sort Of A Long Way Poem by James Onuska

Sort Of A Long Way



Need a fresher take on things.
Easy to persuade, we spin on our own.
Homegrown, what is easing.
Put down your fork.
Keep believing in something.
Do you want it idle.
Half sprung, torn apart.
There's nothing more direct than that.
It's life fulfilling, be infected.
I can list all the ingredients.
Know them by heart, mustard fools me.
Get fooled again, I'm charmed indeed.
Keep the seed showing, throw it out.
A benchmark, it hardens.
Crow's feet, something that sweet can't be half bad.
I decide to keep it neat; it was bankable.
Bank on that, add up the stats.
We keep a written record, it was written off.
That was a lesson for all involved.
Watch it spread, it's not the force we need.
We are getting used to the no brainer.
Does it stop, hop and shatter.
What was like a knob, go down early.
Ease off, it's an early show of force.
Get the force checked out, be extendable.
It's tracing back and forth; that was a wide open grin.
Needs no apologies, we can see all.
Abe Lincoln.
It's the diction offered, cover it up.
I'll freeze.
What's your favorite insect.
Take a gamble; peek.
I missed the message to be dethroned.
There's no magic in itself.
What a bargain, branch out.
My Lord is searching.
I will win a prize. Don't soften on contact.
Contact at will, you said a mouth full.
Keep it engaged; flowing.
Switch hands and fingers.
What a sizable lead to teeth, look long and hard.
If it spreads walk off, it's mandatory.
Share your story, call King Kong.
Bound to forget, going the wrong way.
You stood up to him, thank heaven; dripping wet.
Will consume, it's not bargained for.
Try harder later, get the real scoop.
Positively no loops, I learned to stoop that low.
Don't breathe a word of it, showoff.
We have a serious stripper here, no broken bones.
Get unfrozen, put on the wrong clothes.
Cloves, cover up.
Expands about, about face jump.
What still walks in.
Can he join you.
It's a real nut buster, sweating to the oldies.
I don't have a clue, get a clue if you can tune in.
No phone sex, hot off the trail.
What is trailing you, nothing is set up.
Run for cover, cover the amount. That's a real shocker.
A real pain in the butt; over again.
Don't be talking about my sobriety, over and a spout.
What is sprouted, know the condition.
I got a hankering for, freeze frame.
Never dust again, what picks up.
Tracking it in, my mind is blank.
For forces you can't turn away from.
It was left for Roger, sweats it out; it has properties.
I found it breathtaking, take notes.
What is unthinkable to do, keep it stable.
Don't look anywhere else, sort of a long way.
It's sort of a jungle out there; rub shoulders.
I bound it up, it's no nursery rhyme.
Grow roots, it's long forgotten.
It can be sourced, add to a direct hit.
It fits in well, it's not proper.

Sunday, November 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract
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