Vincent Jolliffe

Rookie (leigh lancs england)

Artificial Love - Poem by Vincent Jolliffe

a drink of greed
with the taste of need
a sandwich of fun from the banquet of lust
working to work out work on working off
a ten mile run with a vulgar cough
on in out off
a mask of lies multiplies the mundane cost
a happy victory explains the loss
reflected use agreed before
the key was turned in the revolving door
just another traveler on a well worn tour
the phallus glove entices the saluted measure
remembers the feeling forever
become one undone gone
evaporated memory release
skulks away like a thief
no rings on fingers no mind control
no book romance no paper dance
new chapter old chance
a glass of hope from a unbottled source
rewarding those that strays the course

Poet's Notes about The Poem

about a man visiting a woman of the night

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 6, 2012

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