Someone,
or something,
is at home.
It is discussing with its peers
the subtle nuances of that,
other world.
Those distinctive,
definitive details
dancing in the back of their minds
and on the roof of their lives.
Four tiny examples rain down
and all explode in resonant agreeance.
Four more examples
and everybody laughs
at how cripplingly categorical
it all seems.
Four final examples
and that someone,
or rather I,
am beamed back in bed
and left to wonder
why no one is answering
the goddamn door.
Not bad considering I barely promote the blog at all! Most of the site’s referrals are from here, so a special shout out to you beautiful little Tumblr’s you!
Where would I be without ya?
If you can Read and are NOT checking out this guys poetry, then I do not know what the Fuck you are doing with your Life….
Parked cars in car parks seem to be coming for me. They reverse suddenly whenever I pass them causing me to freak out as I try and escape their path all the while thinking “I swear no one was in there!”, I then glance back to see that there wasn’t anyone in there, and it didn’t move.
Life Eh!
Last year I woke up,
in bed,
with my lover,
who demanded a Kiss.
This year I woke up,
to a phone call,
from my landlord,
demanding the Rent.
Please don’t look at me,
I fear I might break.
My temperance only
as soft as a snowflake,
and for this I feel
I must suffer much heartache,
as encounters will lead,
and drive me, to partake.
Been writing a lotta poetry recently….
