ReincarnationA Poem by drave
We spent three days trying to un-make ourselves.
And succeeded. Spent one day enjoying it. Spent two more days trying to recreate ourselves. And on the seventh day, Realizing that we weren't gods after all We gave up and got really,really drunk. We abducted my parents VCR. I promised you I wouldn't return it Until we had watched every movie Woody Allen had ever made. My parents still ask about that VCR on occasion... I tell them I'll bring it back next week I can't bring myself to say "Well Mom, it broke in the middle of 'Everything you ever wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask' and in a fit of drunken rage we drug it out into the apartment parking lot by its power cord and smashed it to bits with a baseball bat" I've been missing those sweet bonding moments we shared... Lately it's all phone sex And letters about undying love and loyalty. But I'm just too realistic for that s**t. I know how you are when you drink.. And I know how often you drink.. Sometimes I get a chill and I imagine that its because Somewhere out there you are pressing your body up against some poor unsuspecting college boy... I usually just end up laughing Thinking how funny it'd be if you accidentally called him by my name...... I recently decided that if I could die, And then choose what to come back as. I'd want to come back as you. © 2010 drave |
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1 Review Added on July 10, 2010 Last Updated on July 10, 2010 AuthordraveTXAboutNew to the site..old to writing..trying to kind of kick start a tired muse. I can handle criticism and am definitely looking for new friends/influences/sources/enemies/co-conspirators/nut jobs/ect... more..Writing
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