Genevieve Surrender Poems

An old woman
sat at the end of the tub
and stared at the bubbles
that slowly revealed
...

All I want for christmas
is not diamonds
is not gold
is not silk
...

Something inside
boils like a rice pot
and will soon spill over
onto the stove
...

The wheels on the bus
go up and down
up and down
up and down.
...

How beautiful
is the morning,
when the sun
rapes the darkness
...

From the desk of
a dear man's muse:

Dear man,
...

Oh yes,
that reminds me,
I wanted to ask you
to drink some wine
...

The words
that you speak,
may be cynical,
or maybe sagely,
...

Big city wheels keep turning
but no more ache his heart
he's in the land
the trees
...

I love
the way
you look at me.
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