No Direction HomeA Poem by Colettefeeling like i'm living in the wrong time
The young Bob Dylan looks like my former young lover The small tunnel in my breast aches and so does my lonely heart There are young geniuses I like old geniuses I’d love to meet I can’t figure out if I was born too soon or born too late But I don’t feel that I have a place in this time I’ve got my Johnny Cash guitar I wish Dylan could teach me how to play fluidly so I could make my poems sing like his I wish I could teach Bob how to paint fluidly but I’m not there I’m here, kick-starting my scooter, and riding home My black cat needs me so does Lil P at least 10 more years Gimme 10 more years Zoabi needs me Frida too Little baby Boo Blue likes my face I want to live damn it Why do I have to have cancer? again There’s so many places I still wanna see So many things I still wanna do Hey Bobby, I’d like to take you to Little Mexico to hear the Mariachi play their big guitars and wail their Spanish songs I bet it would get inside you like it does me But I have to work water the plants keep moving through what feels like limbo and fold some paper airplanes © 2012 ColetteFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on September 4, 2009 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorColettePhoenix, AZAbout"The poet...is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections." from the book "Uncertainty" by David Lindley I'm in love with metaphors.. more..Writing
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