by Glen Martin Fitch
Excited, jubilant,
in joyous bliss
He came to me.
I felt excitement swell.
Enthused yet scared,
I’m longed so for his kiss.
“But, what I heard from you
sounds vague. Do tell."
"I want to change your life."
"Yes, I want change."
Yet when he’s close me
I can't get near.
Though flattered by his focus,
something’s strange.
“You filter what I say.
You're not sincere.
No thanks.”
He’s bluffing kindness,
that's the vibe.
I mention love
but he acts put upon.
Guess to a con
a gift is just a bribe
and it's impossible
to con a con.
He could've had my heart,
but if I did,
he'd bury me
beneath his pyramid.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011