Criminal Poet Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Criminal Poet
There is blood
In the city moonlight,
Beautiful hoodlums
Parade like Labor Day
Through the sad streets
Seeking girls with tattoos
And lonely hearts.
And sweetheart,
That’s the way
I’m seeking you:
I’m a criminal poet
Trying to break every rhythmic rule
To touch your hair
And become your fool.
As always, your work is stunningly romantic Uriah and you restore my faith in loving humankind....Those last three lines are pure gold, I would rather be a fool in love than a fool determined not to love, smiling at you, Tai
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4/26/2024 6:07:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Remarkably well written piece, beautiful expression runs down the page..stunning *10* Stacks of dishes Jon