Poetry Drafts

I sent you a picture today

It was recently taken

and fairly sane – I think

Accurately depicting

Who I was on that day

It is for you too keep

Use it, to remember me

It is the last one

You will ever see

I don’t know you

But I fear you

Fear your thoughts

Fear your words, harsh words most likely

Fear your dislike and discontent

A battering ram upon me

Torture.

You kill me – slowly

Kill me without words

Kill me without thoughts – most likely

Kill me without even knowing me – for sure

I am sorry.

Please forgive me.

I put no blame upon you, because WTFRU?

because we’re worth it
       apparently
you’re not
       obviously
pretty enough
       stealing time
running around
       SIT DOWN!
never quite here
       nor there
always on the go
       I wiggle my toe
you disagree
       loudly
I agree
       in silence
you disagree
       obviously
because we’re worth it
       apparently

in the city that never dies
tired eyes roll up the sky
wicked witches are flying high
caring nought for those in line.

empty streets, and broken lights
casting shadows seen by none
the silent echo howling wild
we’re all going to die.

but meet me at the border
go where I reside
I’m borderline by nature
borderline by choice.

I expect you at the crossing
betwixt the pillars of light
no empty street awaits you
you’re not going to die.

we’ll join the line astanding
steady on the ground
our eyes firmly focused on
the city that never dies.

Someone shot at me today,
a shot from beyond and afar.
In broad daylight with bipeds, scattered all around.
There’s was no hesitation, in the friendly gorgeous smile.
But Cupid’s arrow failed once more,
to penetrate the heart.

Is it too much to ask for

A pair of lips

With a gentle face

To study in detail

To study from afar

I gently touch them and

Suck Them – on a Saturday night

They’re in my dreams

Not far away

I awake and

Long for those cherry lips

Is it too much to ask for

A pair for Christmas

This year also

This year too

No love and no loss
Two hands in one pocket
With lust and glossy lips
The hangover not wanted
Know yourself and
Know thy enemy
Seek not what they want
But shed a tear when they flee in fear
Your empty pocket
Cold
Empty pocket
Lost
No time to spare
No love and no loss
Ever