old poems

[quickquickslow]

going through old journals. found old poems.

Untitled:
I knew you would break my heart
and I played with your curls
wishing you were for me
like a new string of pearls
You were a beautiful sight
for me to see when waking up
with your gladiola eye
dripping petals in my cup
and you folded your hands
as a napkin folds
you were oh so familiar

I'm Cool:
I have an image in mind
of boat people
cutting up octopus arms
on a dock
with a book
a society underground
they wear tunics
and have holidays
festivities as a whole!
They're cutting with machetes
octopus as a whole!

Good:
I can ride my bike GOOOD
Is there anything else I'm goood at?
Maybe I can write with my left hand!
Dare I be an acrobat?
I can't bend that far
Not like a rubber-band
can concentrate.

Untitled:
When I was awake I was awake
and I saw nothing
I had never seen before.
You thought I was sleeping
lying quietly
hiding
my smile as you opened the door.

Contagious:
Do you believe me contagious?
I do not.
You do so.
If you believe me contagious i will know.