a study toward sonnet #683 by FisherKingKQJ
Now since I've left you my mind is a smog-
Life with you judge not so bad after all;
It was an all consuming pea soup fog
Stirred up by your ways spunky and yet gall.
To my third eye of wisdom now things pall,
I'm sure that I'm playing out a holodeck,
My fingers seem to slice at big and small,
My toes appear to dice birds as they peck.
In your blue eyes I'd pose on golden fleck,
Or batten down in savour of french kiss,
Your sinewy arms draped about my hot neck-
With you I'd blindly rush to celestial bliss.
I reckless bump on shopping passersby-
In cloudy windscreens guess you masterspy.
(Chorus)
I reckless bump on shopping passers by. SPADES
I reckless bump on shopping passers near. CLUBS
I reckless bump on shopping passers proxy. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 59 minutes.}