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To the Poet Shooting Queen of Hearts

by Johanna May

Somebody did not love you enough.
A couple of looneys and a hopeful heart,
a bookmark and it’s a done deal.

Eyes rolled somewhere in my mind
skimming your subtle prejudices.

Gentlemanly rage,
like a little cough veiling a cuss.
Wallace Stevens every odd page,
like a boy with a crush.

Reviews fib like google maps.
You end up lost and dusty,
A city or lost county
between offended and tickled.


Author's Note: "It is one of the defects of my character that I cannot altogether dislike anyone that makes me laugh." -William Somerset Maugham

Posted on 11/21/2020
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 12/03/20 at 10:23 AM

you speak like I breathe

redemption made into a lampshade

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/13/20 at 11:58 PM

Great read- thanks

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