deal me in
i have forgotten how to write a beautiful sentence
i walk through days of dangling participles
jangling questionnaires fall from my lips
black lace Freudian slips slipping past my fingertips
i adjust my spectacles to see things a new way
always remember
poetry comes in multiple formulations
from well dusted surfaces
to a handmade journal to carry me safely through another inspired year
to put it Bluntly,
i’ll take some Sun on Sunday, please and thank you
grey skies never looked on so handsomely
just because I didn’t write it down
doesn’t mean the poem don’t exist
just because I took a new job
doesn’t mean I won’t sing to you
just because I didn’t call today
doesn’t mean I don’t love you
just because you make me laugh
doesn’t mean I do…
see you on the flip side
i’m too old to die young
but I’ll still be beautiful
no matter the weather
i’ll still think about you
when the dealin’s done
💋
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 