I can't get no..A Poem by Jim W WhiteHow to get satisfied? Do I lie or lie down? Wind my neck in some And take what's coming..
How to make it real? Do I fake it? Forsake it, like the rest of 'em? Take what's coming?
Always twiddling the thumbs, Not watching the sky Then it happens, Fast as finger snaps.
That sour taste, Feeling cold all the time; Faceless and wasted And going blind.
Spit your tongue out. Save your words.
© 2008 Jim W White |
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1 Review Added on September 7, 2008 Last Updated on September 8, 2008 AuthorJim W WhiteGhettosville, UK, United KingdomAboutImpulse to write is a madness.. sometimes subtle and stealthy.. a whisper in the mind's ear.. other times it's frenzied and chaotic.. a riot of imagination. I'm feverish, vertiginous.. climbing the .. more..Writing
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