20 June 2017

Spots

spots


I turned a new leaf

shed my skin

sloughed of my previous

and wiped the slate clean

the new and shiny

appeals to my ego

worldly still, but clean

sleek and natural

in mint condition

without form

over distance

without the reproach

of my erstwhile peers

I discarded the things

that brought me only sorrow

but I just can’t forget

what’s foremost in my thoughts

that I’m still a fuckin’ leopard

even though I changed my spots

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2 comments:

  1. So, the more we change, the more we stay the same?
    Thought so.
    Introspection and Reality collide.
    Good poem.

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    1. Thank you Mimi. I think old habits die hard Mimi.

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