04-09-2015, 10:14 PM
Let's All Blame Victor
You dig me up with your bloodhound knack,
your name and broad grin are my history.
I'm amazed that your memories are fully intact;
details wisp through my fog, a mystery.
After a bear-hug an innocent inquiry:
Have you got any new poems in your pack?
I laugh at the thought, not even a diary
has been written in years, though I get a flashback
when you pull me inside, eyes determined and fiery,
and pull out old letters tied into a stack.
You read them out loud, they confound but inspire me;
beware this consuming poetry attack.
A switch in my mindset brings everything back,
still a dancing fool, now a writing hack.
You dig me up with your bloodhound knack,
your name and broad grin are my history.
I'm amazed that your memories are fully intact;
details wisp through my fog, a mystery.
After a bear-hug an innocent inquiry:
Have you got any new poems in your pack?
I laugh at the thought, not even a diary
has been written in years, though I get a flashback
when you pull me inside, eyes determined and fiery,
and pull out old letters tied into a stack.
You read them out loud, they confound but inspire me;
beware this consuming poetry attack.
A switch in my mindset brings everything back,
still a dancing fool, now a writing hack.
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