Dirty pretty things, madam.

the poestess’ “Top spot”

 

Madam, in Eden I’m Adam.

Now Eve, we’re here.  We’ve won.

wow-

Hey Anna, Take a bite.

refer, mom

moon seen at noon

eye for an eye, maybe a boob?

 

level – under radar

Naomi, did I moan?

tenet of solos

Did I? I Did!

 

Not so, Boston.

no word, no bond, row on

sagas made of words

 

hagigah

live evil by Sabbath plays

Satan oscillate my metallic sonatas

evil live by the misfits

Did I? I did!

 

never odd or even

ho-oh or the wizarding world

red rum, red rum

 

are we not drawn onward we few drawn onward to new era?

Did I? I did.

 

 

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon