Cygnus
A night out's end
By Grayden McIntyrePublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
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I think goose,
I picture swan.
I mix up words
like nothing’s gone.
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I get so loose,
come home wrong,
try tip toe feet,
slip quiet song.
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Love set beat,
but home to John.
I dodge his curse
in our front lawn.
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Eagle’s tired
punish me,
to make me worse,
to draw blood from.
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Star birds see;
Their eyes get long.
Cygnus must watch
me not belong.
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She has not seen
pre Summer
Triangle me,
Where John would love
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who I would be.
When harps turned
John in the street
into lover,
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before we
fought like brothers.
Performing her
joy won’t last long.
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Smiled at the
ped'strians
while pretending
for the old John.
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Locked fingers
together strong.
Now John only
plays my harp wrong.
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