Sincere and Motioning: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
"Sincere and Motioning"
There's this slow downhill motioning
it's keeping me trembling while this
leprechaun keeps riddling, fiddling,
spindling and playing his violin.
These fast cars are motioning, settling
in my parking lot mind.
There's a girl speaking and the words she
uses are sincere.
I watch the people out on the street, words seem
mean, but he's down on his knees this time
motioning and sincere.
This sincere motioning, keeps me trembling,
riddling, fiddling, spindling.
As fast cars go around the words he uses
seem sincere and the words she uses are
moving.
Watch the people go down, sincere and
motioning.
By John McKinley Pride Jr
4/4/'97
There's this slow downhill motioning
it's keeping me trembling while this
leprechaun keeps riddling, fiddling,
spindling and playing his violin.
These fast cars are motioning, settling
in my parking lot mind.
There's a girl speaking and the words she
uses are sincere.
I watch the people out on the street, words seem
mean, but he's down on his knees this time
motioning and sincere.
This sincere motioning, keeps me trembling,
riddling, fiddling, spindling.
As fast cars go around the words he uses
seem sincere and the words she uses are
moving.
Watch the people go down, sincere and
motioning.
By John McKinley Pride Jr
4/4/'97
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