Nothing Spectacular – A poem



Nothing Spectacular~spectacular


She told me she was nothing spectacular
Not special
How could that be.
How Indeed.
For I see nothing but a little beautiful light
Soooooooooooo brightly
Yet, she takes her little hand
and dims down
Click…til its off.
I don’t mind clicking it back on.
but it gets rather tiresome
I fucking need to steal that knob after
I have turned it back on
For she captivates
and draws everyone like a moth
to that little blue electric light
Ah you killed another one.
but they couldn’t handle your heat
Move on…:)



by Philip Wardlow 2015

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