Cold Feet is a poem about the man at the altar procrastinating so long that he loses the girl who walks out on him. This poem was inspired by the 15 random submissions (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players today:
@dazediva (dazzle), @newyorkbigapple (solutions), @eileencan (wrench), @harleypan (processor), @jenaramirez (deciduous), @giglogo (sway), @texasrhea (usufruct), @ptaylor98 (returning), @r_arblaster (blueberry), @laraca44 (Jazz), @kathrynvercillo (hooked), @techwork_dk (bike), @ditesco (procrastination), @metallmanx (desolation), @purple_froggy (popcorn)
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Cold Feet
Jazz music unable to sway reaction
bike pedal simply stuck in idle
maddening state of razzle-dazzle
driving you almost suicidal
Many moments blink like popcorn
blueberry gowns and her in white
great wrench in life’s works
feeling now like some plight
No great processor of solutions
hooked in returning procrastination
love not some deciduous usufruct
so moment ends in desolation
-Poem by Justin Germino
You can also listen to this poem here, which I recorded as an audio poem.
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