Tortilla Sunrise

Boothang.

There is no need for
discernable lines
in the moment
I am content.
there is no need for anything.
but the moment.
naked & anxiously
awaiting reawakening
& my hands betray me
by shaking & blantantly saying
you've swayed me

it's crazy.

today I created nothing
& I am wasted anything
& everything.
but it's okay.
the mosaic is
a face faded
in the foreground.
this is fair ground.

today I'll walk on air
today I'll float on clouds
today I'll foam at the mouth

then I'll roll around
in my beloved filth
that you brought about.
be proud,
I can't be without it.

Author's Note

lovehatelovehatelove. 5 in the mo'nin playaa.

Reviews

[Richard]

this is really good too free form I like that it's just out of the mouth ... is that your approach?

[The Twin Arenas]

finally someone wrote a love poem.

[Jerusalem Cricket]

RIGHT? so innovative.

[The Twin Arenas]

F**k that, it is. Most love poems aren't actually love poems. They're kind of like listening to someone take a healthy s**t. Good for them, I'm sure, but gross and s****y for me. The last stanza is something good written on the subject that'll probably stick with me, and, in truth, probably be muttered into someone before I leave terra.

[Jerusalem Cricket]

that's a thought. love is pretty disgusting. at least the like, societal ideal of love is disgusting. & tired & done to death. as are poems, songs, stories, etc., so it is iffy. but I greatly appreciate it :D