(no subject)
das czar
hitting that corner,
the intersection of 7th and 6th
it is then when i wish to see you.
my head rises to look for you
but you are never there. never whimsical.
walking away, from the trite banalaties
of my place of education with such petulance
[why is there so much contempt in my heart?
why is there so much disdain?]
contemplating in my head
how to rid my soul of its supercilious activity.
and every minute that i spend
absorbed in my desire to see your face
to hear your voice,
it is questioned why my wants
are so deeply embedded into the past.
and why, as my teeth begin to clench,
in deeper contemplation--
why it is so hard
for me to give you up.
hitting that corner,
the intersection of 7th and 6th
it is then when i wish to see you.
my head rises to look for you
but you are never there. never whimsical.
walking away, from the trite banalaties
of my place of education with such petulance
[why is there so much contempt in my heart?
why is there so much disdain?]
contemplating in my head
how to rid my soul of its supercilious activity.
and every minute that i spend
absorbed in my desire to see your face
to hear your voice,
it is questioned why my wants
are so deeply embedded into the past.
and why, as my teeth begin to clench,
in deeper contemplation--
why it is so hard
for me to give you up.