Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Thursday, November 1, 2012

an anchor & a burden

it's not quite eloquent to mention the obvious
oblivious to the insidious, in air so precipitous
to cry at the altar of all that has made this this
and sing songs for friends long gone into an alibi in an abyss
and shit, if only we could be we now
live laughs and love and plant seeds to sow
so, what will it be?

we could grow anchors instead of feet
and play instruments we can't pronounce amongst a rolling field of violets in spring
or speak volumes of oral stories, old and boring, stuck together like two paper dolls, glued
conditions to live with
decisions to live with
expressing a kid's list
and texting you a wish list
it says: please be there
to ease this share
of burden
or hide sunlight like a window curtain
or a widow, hurtin
blurtin out phrases of pages been written
who knew love iS true once the bite's been bitten?
just kiddin
its only today, must be trippin
in a lusty kitchen with busty bitches whippin
a rich man's butt
shit out of luck
the womyn got paid fifty-five bucks
plus
tip
time to take another
bus
trip

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this was a really nice poem(;