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Baby I Am Lost
by Philip F De Pinto
Baby
This is just
A faze
Baby
I am lost
And I haven't even
Entered your maze
Baby
If I told you
I was dead
It would be a lie
Baby
If I told you I was alive
It would be an even
Bigger fib
Baby
Since you stole away
From my crib
I've punched the still waters
In my fish bowl
And watched the blue skin
Of your snorkeling reflection
Ripple away like Chinese Char - Pei
Making for the labial edges
Of your lake
In which palaver would dip
Like a chip
And not come up for air
Going down
As one who in such sacred waters
Never learned to navigate
But it would have been worth it - Baby
To raise the requisite three hands
Of a drowning bloke
Then sift down to your lake's bottom
To lay flat on my spine
Holding my breath
For as long as it took
To catch one last glimpse
Of your gliding over me
Your breast stroke
Baby
This is just a faze
This drowning bit
As on dry land I sit in a chair
Syphoning wine
And composing this ditty
Ironically enough by a lake
Which does not resemble yours
In the least bit
Baby
It's hell
Your stealing away
From my crib
In fact
I feel shitty
About the fact
I only wish it were fiction
Baby I am lost
And I haven't even
Entered your maze
In which I imagine
You are lost as well
03/14/2015 Posted on 03/14/2015
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