back porchA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittYou have evoked in me a class like system where I am the pauper and my self control is evil. I do not listen to it. I blame you for making me so flighty Turning me into the girl who, at the drop of the hat will spend all her money for fifteen minutes of pulsing lights and childhood day dreams Not coincidentally they all revovle around you The way you make the earth curve to your hands and the statues cry on command I shadow box with my inner child arguing that you are not my destiny and I lose every debate. So congratulations you win for good I crown you champion of the neighborhood with that title comes all of this and there is no turning back once you move in So call in sick and unplug the phone because this is more than you have bargained for and this can take all night. I am waiting on my back porch, smoking cigarettes and praying to the moon the back gate is open and I will be expecting you no need to wipe your feet, because I don't mind a little dirt just promise me you are coming soon and I will stay up until the sun comes up to see the one who takes my breath away on this spellbound night.
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2 Reviews Added on August 4, 2011 Last Updated on August 4, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |