3 PiecesA Poem by Christina Elena.On Holiday (In My Head)
What a holiday. Sydney, I miss you, wherever you may be now... Now maybe she went on holiday...
-Imprimis, stands a lenghty, skinny, attractive one, sporting a newly purchased coat that well suits the figure.
And following, sits a troubled, acceptable-looking, meekish one, slouching in a dress that compliments the window's streams of light.-
Don't fret, folks, I had not forgotten to smile. I am in fact projecting one now. And this audience thought it impossible! I would fancy the one in the coat to perform selected pieces of E. Satie, while I, the dolled-up pompus a*s, examine the flow of digits of the hand, next the the ceiling's cracks, next the pedestrians on the other side of the glass walking their best friends, next the feline chasing an invisible prey. An implausible presentation, but also, finale, to myself and the coated one, both becoming finnicky with all of it. Someday someone will have parodied my life, and I, still slouched in my dress. My cerebrum is a theatre, and I am parading around the parquet amongst a blank-faced crowd. That coated figure is arrogantly and furiously tickling on stage, as well he should be. I race to meet this musician in spotlight to congratulate his wondrous work, and meet a trip to the floor over my own feet instead.
My stomach is turned, my elbow scuffed, and the crowd giggles and whispers, but I am still grinning.
Nature Had Called The shadow upon you Casting a dense, foggy overview How I long for a shade of blue To be bathed in its lightest hue For my shadow to reign over This shadow of you.
And velvet, and golden, and satin Draping the shine of this cresent moon Ominous fields with a blanket of dew.
As I lay under this tree It speaks a great truth, That Nature's painted colors, I'd never think to subdue.
I dance with Her colors in this sacred commune.
I pity your shadow, I pity your hue, As your grey can match no landscape. This painting, Her painting, Becomes a dream come true.
Vexed Tripe
He said, 'I'm a walking contradiction, love...'
I wept, 'You're just feeding my addictions, son...' I crept to the most vincinal sidewalk And sat to the grass, until nightfall But as my eyes grew heavy, I educed all the nights, We fell into each other
Oh, brother, where have you gone? Oh, lover, where have we gone wrong? Just another reason to call it off Just another reason
Should I mask my face, keep my mouth still Could this be reality, or fierce sex appeal What is it that is curving in your mind It is mine, all mine Did I offend your wishes, why must you still hide 'Cause your eyes are locked deep into the floor I want this last sip, oh how I covet just one more Every time you wake up, I'll be falling asleep And, every time I am focused, you'll swear it's a dream
Ah, lover, play that b***h of a song Ah, brother, do you see what you've done? Paralysis for the win Tonight, I'll shy myself in Into you. © 2011 Christina Elena. |
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Added on April 7, 2011 Last Updated on April 7, 2011 Author
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