sit still

olderman Posts: 1,765

April 2005 edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

sing songs or sit still,
deliver redemption,
as is your will,
blend your science,
in pools of green waters,
kept carefully pure,
teeming with amoeba
and sinful flagellent robes..

return to that spot,
discourse we will,
about those poets,
whose poesy
caused infatuation
i knew to fulfill,
a dream of the past...
oh the wisp of a wasp sting..

haunts those days and nights..

remembering her still..

i will ..

i will..

sometimes,

i will..

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