Cold Sunday Buzz

no angel, not alcahol. :P

It was, hello b***h, watch my mouth!
This unhappiness was the cheapest stuff
coming from point blank.
We're such wonderful people- but you're no angel!
All saying, oh, you're just kidding.
You don't really
like screaming.

Yeah, listen.

Everyone's tight mouths bleeding
angry silence, busy gestures
make sunday morning look like rocket science.
Ear-buds buzzing in mine;
no-one's silence is uneffected by
the full impact of the drums, mostly,
for my ears only,
but no-one's bad day I'm letting sit unscathed
by my happy dreams.
Leave their sunday colder
with my screams.

Author's Note

at's just how most sunday mornings are.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

Sometimes life needs a change. that's what we are here for eh? I did have to read this a few times, IDK maybe just me

[Coyote Poetry]

A very intense poem. I like the strong statements and the desire to be heard. The poem got stronger and I like the ending. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote