Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Sunday, May 23, 2010

cheesy infatuation poem

are my bones not bare enough
to be bent and bruised ?
and I saw how your hands would fidget
when you stretched yourself
around pillars to see her
bare bones in black with dead words
but I,
I just want to know
what those anxious hands of yours
feel

are my bones not bare enough
to bother beside you ?
because I’m not rigid enough
to see every borderline you’ve drawn
yourself in sweet cologne-drenched
reaching across tables, states, years
and I,
I just want to know clarity
in your cloudy eyes

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