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I wanted to take a romantic picnic to some forgotten woods In fall, a favorable but not favorite season I daydreamed and envisioned it Lay down a flannel blanket, pour the hot tea and whiskey Eat something sweet I've made that tastes just right I would take pictures with the camera on my phone Effortlessly they would turn out to be lovely Just sunlight, tree shadows No filter needed here Everyone will marvel at how rustic and stylish we are when they see it We will lie back, find shapes in the clouds And we might loose inhibitions right there in the woods, like people did once upon a time We will be enraptured with lively conversation afterwards But I always forget the awful messy reality of a picnic Where will we find a forgotten forest? In this suburban sprawl there is a rancid skunk smell all the time So I know there are forests - else where would this plague of skunks (of biblical proportions) come from and go back to at night? Unless they are lost resigning themselves to a few shitty trees beside the highway Also, won't things get sticky? Where will we wash the cups and dishes? And if we put them filthy back in the picnic basket won't they clatter and break and gunk up everything? Paper plates and cups would be practical But where to throw the trash Lug around a trash bag too? This is beginning to smell And what an ugly picture that would make to take Nobody will marvel at that and talk about how hip and chic we are Who on earth takes romantic picnics in the woods? Who carries the damn heavy basket? Laden with so much stuff Things Food And unattainable expectations When has that ever worked for anyone? #Unreal #Poetry #Nature #Picnic #Practical #Whimsy #Trash #Lust Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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