i'd better get after it...

DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited September 2009 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i should crack my creaky, acrylic tipped fingers
downtap the stream where words wet the edges
never conceiving the real truth (fleeting)
engaged in a display delighted in feeling

i have been immersion's opposite
the anti-ostritch, the living, not dreaming
the joyously smitten, the lifted, believing
and i tell you, my friends, the shadows are hiding

but love, oh my love, did tell to an old friend
he married a poet

and so, here i am




~Rachel (aka PastaNazi)
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Comments

  • Badass, in the coolest sense.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    and he is a very lucky one,
    married to PPMA's own new mexico poet!
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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