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Large Technicolored Wheel
by Jared OrlandoWon't you drink with me?
Sip beneath a sober, dusty moon
And gush and spill and hope
Might we toast to the intangible
Asking to do beautiful things
With beautiful people
Might we say, oh, here's to making
Too many mistakes
Oh, not the ones easily mended
With forgiveness
May we cheers to those regrets that
Cut deep within
Too far below to see
The ones that'll bleed and scar
And open and bleed again
Might we raise a glass to finding the one
Who will be there to dress and bandage
Yes, might we harness the power
To resurrect the dead languages
Let them roll and drip of our tongues
In a wet stupor of incessant laughter
Primitive and chaotic we journey
Through ranges of emotions
Like a large technicolored wheel
Playfully dangling above our heads 09/09/2013 Posted on 09/09/2013
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/10/13 at 03:40 PM Lively, positive read, Jared. Glad I popped in to check it out. Attractive title also. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 09/17/13 at 03:04 AM I raise my glass half full of emptiness. I am drunk with regrets. |
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