Backlash

Poem By Robert Sheridan

I’m off to somewhere
dark and quiet where
I hope that time will
heal my wounds;
No longer will I listen
to sweet nothings
whispered in my ear;
And watch out when
they want to rock
you to sleep – all
they’re generally
doing is breaking
all the cardinal rules;
In the beginning they
seem so sincere – yeah,
they ‘sin’, then they
‘cere’ you like a piece
of meat – at first, they
want to play in an
intimate role, but then
comes the backlash, and
use you like a backstop
on a baseball sandlot
field – doing it very
subtly – in their own
innate, personal fashion.


‘2008’

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