::plight of palaver::

By Amber June

running into randoms, a mission street
calling everyone in passing my dad
upchuck ires through digital writing pads;
emotionally now feels incomplete

we meet and greet to excrete the sweet beat.
a cathartic attempt to lose the had
an answer to seduction’s’ personal add
subject to object, a fine fancy treat

aching adieu to this phonetic affray
the newly relinquished not to be missed
becoming a pretense ne plus the prey
my mental measure ceased you to exist

plights’ palaver reducts our connection
by me to you is lost the affection

Posted by The Better Blog on 09/28 at 09:41 PM
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Aquatic Artillery

By Amber June

They danced through the night as she turned her ipod on. Their movements mimicked those of a highschool prom and the 60’s soul music replicated that of another moment in time yet the 20 somethings could never really understand the former generations’ pull of importance on shaping their interpretations of life.

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Posted by The Better Blog on 07/06 at 07:01 PM
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