Some MorningsA Poem by brendan SWalk of shame, midtown to campus, a bus betweenThe sky is making fun of me
Quick little laughs make ripples in ripped cotton cirruses
That catch fire from the sun and burn like phoenixes they delight in my bellyache
Each time I stagger home, with thistle in my gut and Anger in my blood
I forget that it's there seeing me, shining, disapproving
The people are pointing at me
Fingers refer to the dwindling resolve in my eyebrows The rapidly fading fixity of my gaze
And it seems, I know it only SEEMS everyone is playing games with me dangling my frailty from porcelain fingertips
My whole body is a funny bone that keeps getting prodded
My whole mind is a funny knot that keeps getting twisted
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Every moment that I am pissed off for no reason is A moment that I choose to be pissed off for no reason is A moment that I let myself be pissed off for no reason is The highest crime and sin I know how to commit
Caress caress, a slow cure is the only one for it © 2015 brendan S |
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Added on January 20, 2015 Last Updated on January 20, 2015 Authorbrendan SSoquel, CAAboutA semi-amateur musician, poet, philosopher and curler of the lip. more..Writing
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