Fou

I think I'm going crazy from the morning sun

He laughs at me and mocks me and makes such fun

I called him to talk, so now we don't keep in touch

But aside from the warmth, I doubt I lost much

 

I think I'm going crazy from the harvest moon

With words to say, behind a back so soon

I wrote her down, so the stars become a mob

To escort me from my hill, a wealthy green nob

 

I think I'm going crazy from the coffee--(how bitter!)

It stings my tongue to produce an ugly sinner

Poured from a mug, on the ground it lay

Back into my cup, where I let it stay

 

I think I'm going crazy from a mind I know well

Je suis la Bête, et elle la Belle

Will you pardon my clichés, as I stitch a new flag?

I am the nicotine you embrace, I am what lies in your drag

 

I know I'm going crazy from the way my hands shake

As I say one rosary, two thoughts a brain could make

My God, I'm going crazy from the blood that I spray

But please keep talking, with my name je mourrai

Reviews

[heavvur]

this just sort of rolls off the tongue and i like that :) this is really awesome. i love the repetition of the first few words of each stanzo and then the altered repetition in the last stanza. the last stanza is my favorite.

[brinkley]

favorite.


"but aside from the warmth i doubt i lost much"

[Adrienne]

Will you pardon my clich�s, as I stitch a new flag?

I am the nicotine you embrace, I am what lies in your drag


I enjoy this :)

[D. Pesek]

I like the repetition, this poem flows really well man.