Run It By Me Again Poem by James Onuska

Run It By Me Again



I want it spanking new.
I want them to reconsider.
No one points this way and that.
It doesn't add up, I let him go ahead with his plans.
Will be undecided, mirror the tail.
How did it fall, question the call.
Points for delivery, I know you are way better than that.
You can't fool me; that will be the indicator.
Squash every lead, lead by example.
Make sure it doesn't freeze, that was silly of me.
Go with your strength, think it's pure.
Fresh from recovery, points worth taking.
It's not a recall, it was not all that, split green peas.
Begonias are rigid, got it flat off the truck.
Short on details, happy hunting.
Happy sailing, you were soon to sail away.
Don't mean to make any enemies fresh out of the gate.
There are no guarantees in life, act surprised.
Might divorce myself, grounds for appeal.
Peel it off yourself, it developed over time.
How far reaching is it.
If time persists insist on it, it wasn't sellable.
It is dangerous to put yourself out there like that to be exact. Resist flooding
That was unearthly. Keep your toes to yourself. What was best left off. I want your opinion. Was my timing right, can't mix the two. I was ignored. It was slowly sneaking in. could it ruptured. You have a song in your heart. Have it delivered. I'm full of thanks, pull me off. Don't get ripped off. He plans for a full recovery. Points worth mentioning. Don't do me wrong. Time is an invader. I'm not failing anybody, that was a smart answer. Nothing to scoff at. It was fortunate. It cuts very deep. Deep inside. Be a setback. Back it up. What is lacking. Who can sprint here. I'm not a heir or a hair dresser. I never failed yet. The blood rushes to the head starved of oxygen. That was distinguishable from the rest. Clouds my judgment. Get the time off you want. Be a juggler of men. Get the time off you want. Don't be sloppy. Wait until it digs in. watch it spin. Growing vines. Which one is taller. I wish I didn't have to say it. Everybody thinks you are great fun to be around. Fun in the sun. who needs it clipped. It's not my pastime. Times are getting scary. Butt ugly. Do you know how to grow geraniums. You can't say I was a part of it. Take the wingspan. Does it make a difference. Tips do crash, not often. It was lukewarm at best. Run it by me again. Mission impossible. Right every wrong. Two pronged. My worst wasn't his best. Planet zero. Turn the lights down low. Very nearly belonged. You couldn't take me for a scary person. Darn.

Thursday, October 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 06 October 2016

Enjoyed this...Interesting confluence of poetic and prosaic verse...Well done, James...`FjR-'16~

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