Elenore by Miles Davis Smiley
this doesn’t mean i want you. maybe a song, sprung a pang and
i remembered the endorphins
blackjack marionettes
circus clowns musclemen
and the occasional eccentric bearded lady
what does a body-trapped mind desire
addicted to the brief potent
potentialities without consummation
what would you not do
to be loved
As I’ve written before, the Las Vegas Missed Connections forum had a few writers and poets who actively and regularly shared their work. I still monitor the feed but it appears pretty highly monitored and anything that looks like it could be a poem is flagged and removed. I think this may piece may be the last one I was able to save.
