Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Slippin the grip of dander,
my flight gains speed in
droves.
Threats of crash,
looks of horror and disdain.
Old pains, no gains.

Flippin some lip at grandeur,
my choke is easy and my burden
rasps.
Drowns of guilt,
gyp me of regrets.
Impulsive bets, in buried debts.

Spittin some hip with candor,
danger has lost it's mutely
pose.
I look in the mirror.
Don't know who I sees.
Lahdeedaws, fiddledeedees.

Love it.

Gyp me of regrets.
Bury my debts. Yes!

this is so wild! inspired work.

the story of dander, grandeur and candor, the fire-breathing triplets from Barnum & Bailey.......pretty groovy lingo, hester.......that leads somewhere !........enjoyed...it's been a good day for poetry....