Waiting upstairs, for wife to leave
quietly down the banister,
heart racing
Her car revving in the driveway
backwards rolling, to the main street,
blue exhaust
Into her private toiletries,
searching fingers, skimming treasures,
red lipstick
Husband is a proud transvestite,
hooked on daytime festivities,
partying
Can people ever truly love,
while hiding what they really are,
indifferent...
Mathiasthom
written 2/18/08
my first ever syllable counting poem
every line has 8 syllables,
except for the last, with 3
for those interested in trying this kind of poetry,there's a website that will automatically count your syllables for you...You just cut and paste in your work, and it breaks it down for you...
http://www.wordscount.info/hw/syllable.jsp