A day late for poetry day... But only by some hours... It's really the end of Wed for me anyway so Nyah!
twisted up tight
knotted hard and fast
with delicate deliberation
A strangesweet aching
A starlight shine behind closed doors
and almost forgotten tastes bleeding into a starker now.
simple longings are never and eternal
respectively
twisted up tight
knotted hard and fast
with delicate deliberation
A strangesweet aching
A starlight shine behind closed doors
and almost forgotten tastes bleeding into a starker now.
simple longings are never and eternal
respectively
So the beer bottles sit around me.
Empty of all but my time
Killing me?
Yeah, I think so.
But what else is there, really?
I can't have what I want,
But..
IF iI got it what the hell next, hmmm?
And would I know what to do with it?
Would fucking it all up be part of the plan?
And do I deserve what's coming to me?
And do I really need it to be deserved?
But all I can think about right now is masturbation and laundry.
I can't write poetry. Sigh.