Getting Off The Roller Coaster: Romantic IMprov Poetry

She sends me to the moon,
to Lagoon,
to the roller coaster
where I, upholstered,
freely ride.

And as I glide
through my own choice,
from deep inside
my mind, there’s a voice:
“You can get off the amusement
ride at any time!
You’ve already spent
your dime.”

And I reason to myself:
“How sublime
to put my feelings on the shelf
and exit the ride in mid-drop,
as the coaster hurdles from 100 feet up!”
I think not.

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