(no subject)
She said
‘You are all egotists ‘
I nod and say aloud
That I agree
It is the first clear image
In a strange impenetrable day.
I told another girl
That my thoughts
Were sugar
But that was wrong.
Coffee
My thoughts
Are coffee
Bitter brilliant
Hot
Awake.
And why the fuck do I feel
Like I
Am
Falling in love?
When I cannot possibly
Be doing anything of the sort.
I feel the end of things
In the way
I run my fingers
Against the wall
Trace the shadows
Made by CD stands
And sunlight.
She made me fall
Out
Of a desperate clinging dream.
There was talk of lies and trust
As the day moved on
_I felt the coldest breeze-
I kept falling
(We could be everything
Or nothing at all)
I sing a song of
Trust
Of Death
Yeah you simple fool
I am dying
BUT SO WHAT!
It is hot in here
So I open the window to the sky.
Can only look up
I miss the people
But the clouds are somewhat calming.
Damn these butterflies
Pesky emotional fairies
Of soft tomorrows
I put on Industrial grunts
Take them off
Their kling klang kool
Seems forced to me
Perhaps
(As it should say on the instructions)
‘Only to be taken at 3am’
You lover
Should take my advice
I am so full of opinions
And words and past deeds
Look closer though
It’s a pretty basket
Full of ribbons
And broken wine glasses.
I want to write this fucking soul dry.
Someone asked,
and asked
then asked again.
Then told me
I avoided answering.
Yes I did.
Its not that
I did not understand the question
Or was afraid of what I might answer,
But
The mystery that is I
This Wednesday
This morning
Is the only thing I have.
(I am consistently being told
I don’t explain enough
Or say enough
In my dirty little poems)
So fuck it
You
You reader
You potential lover
You fellow lost soul
End this for me
In the immaculate anyway you see fit.
Just no rhymes okay
Smile.
‘You are all egotists ‘
I nod and say aloud
That I agree
It is the first clear image
In a strange impenetrable day.
I told another girl
That my thoughts
Were sugar
But that was wrong.
Coffee
My thoughts
Are coffee
Bitter brilliant
Hot
Awake.
And why the fuck do I feel
Like I
Am
Falling in love?
When I cannot possibly
Be doing anything of the sort.
I feel the end of things
In the way
I run my fingers
Against the wall
Trace the shadows
Made by CD stands
And sunlight.
She made me fall
Out
Of a desperate clinging dream.
There was talk of lies and trust
As the day moved on
_I felt the coldest breeze-
I kept falling
(We could be everything
Or nothing at all)
I sing a song of
Trust
Of Death
Yeah you simple fool
I am dying
BUT SO WHAT!
It is hot in here
So I open the window to the sky.
Can only look up
I miss the people
But the clouds are somewhat calming.
Damn these butterflies
Pesky emotional fairies
Of soft tomorrows
I put on Industrial grunts
Take them off
Their kling klang kool
Seems forced to me
Perhaps
(As it should say on the instructions)
‘Only to be taken at 3am’
You lover
Should take my advice
I am so full of opinions
And words and past deeds
Look closer though
It’s a pretty basket
Full of ribbons
And broken wine glasses.
I want to write this fucking soul dry.
Someone asked,
and asked
then asked again.
Then told me
I avoided answering.
Yes I did.
Its not that
I did not understand the question
Or was afraid of what I might answer,
But
The mystery that is I
This Wednesday
This morning
Is the only thing I have.
(I am consistently being told
I don’t explain enough
Or say enough
In my dirty little poems)
So fuck it
You
You reader
You potential lover
You fellow lost soul
End this for me
In the immaculate anyway you see fit.
Just no rhymes okay
Smile.