stay on my arm you little charmer...

peter pan,lack of sleep and french clowns....

masquerading as a pierrot in white

cerise hold me darling tight

morning is nearing my weary neck

I give into situations and leave instead

Morning comes to those who wish to wait

slants of light dust portray a leaving train

 

 

Facing yourself and unable to touch

put your head down and give it a suck

screaming out but just in your way

jump over hours and hit another day

 

the alarm chimes in and caresses your anger

You keep trying to breath but instead just hang there.

 

this is the child that you captured and took

I am the youth left down by the brook

My white uniform and my faded expression

My painted on mole and my deadly obsession

all hide the obscenity of the person I am 

 

a charmless man who can't understand

 

go down with wendy to tell tales to the others

Go back and forth calling for mother.

My shadow never was attatched to anything ever

I can stitch it on again but It will slip quicker

 

walk by the window and wonder where you've been.

I tend to look out but today I look in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jasmine Parker.]

this is amazing.
go down with wendy to tell tales to the others
i love this!
it really makes you think.
you've totally mastered the art of the subtle rhyme.
beautiful!
x

[Dr Poet]

There are both Moz and Curtis in this fascinating poem. I can see them, I can feel them in the coexistence of very physical sensations with a deep presence of the thought, the untouchable. Those inevitable moments when you feel either dirty and pure just because you are trying to live, to find your way through a life that would be so much easier if you'd just let it flow without caring. But you can't help caring anyway.

[Last Lying Look]

This was a great poem. Loved it! :)
My favorite part was :
"walk by the window and wonder where you've been.
I tend to look out but today I look in."
That really hit me.
Excellent Work!

[Sam Summers]

"morning is nearing my weary neck"

i love that, and the last couplet. i know the feeling here, too.

of course, what really stands out is your comment at the top

[Legion]

Everywhere and everything at once. Incredible write. So many lines that just reach out and throttle the reader. Brilliant. Kudos.

[Michael Handel]

This is one of my favorites of yours. I can almost picture you as you're writing this....not sleeping, sitting in front of the computer, listening to the Smiths, staring at the wall...you keep getting better and better Jess.