![]() IncompetenceA Poem by Isolophobe![]() Incapability FTW!![]() I can't wash the taste of Bitterness out of my mouth Perhaps I should stop biting the Bullet.
I can't paint an attractive mural Where my face now is Maybe I should make it Tunnel.
I can't re-program the circuitry Your technicians plagued me with Maybe I should pull the Cord.
I can't teach a dead dog new tricks Or a disabled one how to play fetch. So thanks for the put downs.
I can't read the writingon the walls In a glass house. They were clawed in with fingernails I used to be proud of. Now I hope you don't watch me Fill them with semen So these barriers won't feel so Rough.
I can't cry myself to sleep. But I can write a suicide note In my head that will fade out As I lose consciousness.
I can't write a poem to say just How unfortunate I feel. Or how jealous I am of married couples Or how disrupted my train of thought is When a woman smiles at me. Or how I make love to myself To forget my hate for just one moment. I can't. But I'll try. © 2009 Isolophobe |
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2009 Last Updated on February 20, 2009 Author![]() IsolophobeLos Angeles, CAAboutI am an engine. Do add me on facebook, if you're bored or uh want to. more..Writing
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