Confuse

Confuse

written by: Rando Mithlo

@Rodhnoe

They hit up against the wall
All the other seats are full
Haze hanging with the art
Van Gogh is in the kitchen
They don’t pay much attention

She’s a thinker all bluish
Living in all her old kitsch
Moving ‘round with a mouthful
And looking for a fish bowl
Just to spill her guts to

Eyes find depth, pleasant center
Tripping over wordy banter
Now where was I going with this?

Confused to her signals
Come-hither go to hell
You shouldn’t badmouth Elvis
‘Cause you could have a crevice
Open up below you

Comes someone to explain
It’s convoluted in her way
Knocked one down another after
Just feeding on her laughter
She’s sitting on the answer

What I see, a broken vase
Seems like someone else’s chase
Now where was I going with this?

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Rando Mithlo

Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana - the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspense stories.

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