Author: Ritt


Hung Up Side Down

a sculptured beauty
shed a tear
did she see a wrinkle
or was it a wave
flat bottomed shoes
the feel of solid ground
a snap shot
where once a video played
an ode to the still life
music plays in the hallways
a backdrop for the blues
a cat in heat steams the glass
as the window is slammed shut
a wolves howl tilts the axis
do the stars still shine
does the sun still rise
does the moon still cast it's spell
where does the romance go
when faded love fades away
if i were to be granted
one favor
as i slip into the
sunset
such is this
that i ride side saddle
hung upside down
with you

by ritt

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