Occasionally, I style myself some kind of poetry-writer, and then things like this happen. Enjoy.
"A Killer Pome"
What was once a shuffle-step becomes a stride
in these old halls.
He used to face down as he walked, but now he wants them
to see his face at last.
"Sonny Onoo (Unbroken English)"
You
better be
careful who your friends are.
you might get left with only
a camera and
some film.
"Fruitflies"
They're unpredictable.
They got one thing on their mind.
They wouldn't call themselves flies,
but damn you if you think you can swat them.
"If Necessary"
I love you if necessary;
If that's what it takes.
If that's what you want,
I'll love you until my little heart breaks.
...
I'll love you with every fibre I can un-numb.
With love left over from the unreturned sum.
If all you need me to do is love,
I suppose that I can,
for now, if it means I get to be your man.
"Hypnosis"
She was trapped long ago
in a prism of love
where the air is only gray mist.
She lives in the world
of shadowy spirits,
trapped by a suave hypnotist.
She lies in a trance,
unable to weep,
asleep with the flick of his wrist.
And all that she needs
is a man who can free her;
she needs to be honestly kissed.
"The Poetess"
I once heard a poetess
making her sounds.
all hers were the magical words; In air
she carved beauty,
delicate and free,
but in truth, she said, they were already there.
("The first line is the title.")
It can happen anywhere.
All it needs is a spark
to set off explosions we can't yet see.
"Coming to an End."
...Together:
'Does it hurt?'
'Oh... I can't tell.'
Keep on rockin'
-Scott