A poem
Here's something I wrote thinking about B-. Any thoughts would be good.
"b"
climbed into a burnt out cab
with a cigarette yesterday
nobody knew the reason
no one had any say
in the juxtaposition of
my comings and goings anyway
in the grass i laid out
sixteen stones
to keep us safe
mushroom fairy circles
with a dandelion grace
superimposed flat daffodils
glancing in your wake
and you would never know
the sorrow that overtook
and the undertow that quakes
like a water fountain gnat
you swam along my shore
skimming those glass wings
around my open door
and who was that shadow
that you stopped to adore?
i dont know, i dont know
anymore
"b"
climbed into a burnt out cab
with a cigarette yesterday
nobody knew the reason
no one had any say
in the juxtaposition of
my comings and goings anyway
in the grass i laid out
sixteen stones
to keep us safe
mushroom fairy circles
with a dandelion grace
superimposed flat daffodils
glancing in your wake
and you would never know
the sorrow that overtook
and the undertow that quakes
like a water fountain gnat
you swam along my shore
skimming those glass wings
around my open door
and who was that shadow
that you stopped to adore?
i dont know, i dont know
anymore