Sunday, December 29, 2019

[We'll Always Have Cole Porter] a poem

[We'll Always Have Cole Porter]


-fuck, again,
those vermin neighbors disturb
the hour;

Why exactly did I decide to house
my study juxtaposition to festering,
pledging frat brats?

In my zeal to be free of a much
too loud family, I stepped into
a hornet sting, truly, I cannot claim

I altogether have ever hated-
-your fingering through the vinyls
cease, Cole Porter's voice rises
in gradual hymn,
you turn those feline eyes
towards me, as mine decided
venturing your direction has always
served best why not?

If Cole Porter suggests it,

"Let's fall in love."



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]

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