Austin Wheeler

A Cop-Out Ending

On the verge of new life,
A grand party is thrown
Substance is the atmosphere
No definition of strife
The zone is a chaotic zone
For two hours I knew no fear
But I'm not the one to steer
When an undercover cop lurks near.

I had several fluent moves
Couple stolen bases but no home runs
Planted a seed or five
Busted some rhythmatic grooves
And made an arc aimed at the moon's sons
Look to the past, alive with jive
Now my seeds are literally alive
I really hope my writing thrives

A red and blue seizure
And shouts make the games freeze
My feet are set to motion
To a car or the woods for leisure
I'd choose the woods with ease
Yet I'd dream of reaching the ocean
So I still got home. What devotion!
Haven't passed out yet but getting the notion.

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009

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  • Suzanne Taylor (2/3/2010 1:05:00 AM)

    ahhh I see you've used the word 'rhythmatic'. Excellent. Love it :)

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