You could be happy & I won't know
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Duvet Detention
Satin snakes, that's all i see
You wrapping me in your iron fist
waiting for nothing but bed pole mania
You promised,
a million stars dancing across velvet
a dozen roses, pricking my heart
You promised,
three hundred and sixty-five,
twenty four,
one or was it sixty
shackles of your time.
Yet here we are
tussled hair & panting like sick dogs of dawn
Went under, and we never resurfaced
for jewels of life.
Four-lettered words plastered across
your smooth face,
no honey, it's time to let go
For you know what we are; really.
Not humans, they're conformists.
Not puppets, we're manual.
We're nothing.
Nothing but,
Two
Testosterone,
Cookies.
Impromptu poetry writing when i was pee-ing in my house toilet.
I'm hoping to insert the above poem in my anthology eventually. God i sound like some professional poet when I'm nothing but an aspiring & dreaming fool.
Well, I can't wait for the Wild Rice ! event till Saturday.
I'm really sorry for all the plans i made & wrecked. Next week ?
Irregular sleeping patterns are driving me crazy so i might as well just stop right here. Period.
* Girlfriends ( or even Boyfriends ) are the 21st century Fashion Accessory
You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go
And all the things that I wish I had not said
Are played on lips 'til it's madness in my head
Is it too late to remind you how we were?
But not our last days of silent, screaming blur
Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true
Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do
More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world
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