Passenger

Show me why this pill isn't one to cherish

God, I trust every skin as if it had warmth,

show me how to share this pill in my morning rise--

I can see it coming all over your cloud.

Still dying of the boredom--I want you again and again

make a lip taste the human profile!

 

So sixteen voices all want to,

want you...

what you get

what you want from them?

　

How sweet of you, precious--

it can suffer around the prostitute, dying to try it all!

At least it shows you care!

Forget the stares bound by noise.

 

So sixteen more sounds can end the same,

want to want you

is it how you get it?

　

Singe it all, it starts to stir again

falling all over your cloud

no one ever says "look what it's doing to you"

is that how it feels?

tricks and nicks to seduce the pill bound by the same voice.

All I want is to play with you, watch you again and again

dying of the boredom.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Passionate write. But I'm left with so many questions. I think this one might be a short story screaming to get out.

[Vile]

Indeed, all my poems are a short story really in some fashion or another. They are in fact stories, told in poetry form. Thats how I write. :D