A lil black phone with my poems in: #day29

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Tuesday, 29 April 2025

Plinky Songs

You sing of sirens,
riding the tides of green tea
soft myths for hard days.

Books on guns open,
strummed with lullaby fingers
truth wrapped in a tune.

Sugar Loaf goodbye,
falling feels inevitable
getting up: a choice.

More likely to ask

does it come with waifers?

It's not that I diss Swift,

I'm just more metal than pop,

I prefer dropping rhymes

with cursed mariners.

A Coleridge Cutie -

rather than Sweetheart Swiftie.