Tuesday, August 24, 2004
insomnia - off the top of my head first draft
flirting with crazy, he's a
glimpse of spirit lifted by
a phantom wind
under the street light
lucas won't let me
alone or go crazy;
when i lean upon him
lightly he cries even as
he purrs. then leaps
away from the balcony
leaving me alone
with shed fur and a state
that is attractive today
a state of mind
that caresses me caringly,
old crazy, yeah, i want you
but - that is just romance.
i don't need you, don't
even love you. when someone
asks me, how are you,
i lie about you. you can stand
in the corner if i'm
pissed for a reason, or
you can leave, and leave me alone
my mind is strong crazy
crazy strong crazy. shit
you're everything, the world,
you do seduce in the lonely
hours when you dance
beneath a street lamp and
chase the cats
to bed. crazy.
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
moon phases |
I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
issues
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