A poem.

Oct 17, 2006 09:28

Vancouver #11

Autumn's fallin' hard and
draggin' me down,
down with it-
out of sight and out of my mind.
Maybe it's the
Slow striptease of trees
against a grey silk sheet of sky that reminds me
how hard
I just wanna be fucked, or maybe it's just bad luck,
months with no sunlight or goodnight's sleep
tight in the arms of some stranger who wil not
make me coffee or call or
maybe he will and it'll be
"hi sorry I can't take your call right now
but I've jumped in front of a skytrain and it may be
some time before I get back to you
no matter how much i liked
the bruises you left between my thighs."
It's all lies and never enough of them, but
I'm not ashamed, it's just how I do, baby.
Fuck me and leave me lonely, it's the ideal
interaction cos I can't do love but sublimation only gets a girl so far in this world. I can
Only roll so many cigarettes before my fingers turn yellow and who's gonna fuck me then, huh?
Truth is I'm a liar and a whore and I'm asking for it but no one's been giving me any answers these days and that's all I'm looking for.
Previous post Next post
Up