dance downward somebody whispered
and she not knowing what to do
imagined a flower slowly dying in a sudden frost
then she pretended
she was wilting
and at the sight
someone marveled
but i am not a marvel i told her and i didnt whisper i was honest i said girl i am no good for you and i purposely spoke gramatically incorrect so as to make an example of the shit that i am
not shit in a good way
but diarrhea
and she kissed me put her face right up against mine and she swore that i was, that
i am
if only she knew if only she knew
my skies are so gray they've dulled from their
blue
1 comment:
Thanks for poking me into stopping by. This is astounding in its travel from the lyrically beautiful "imagined....frost" to the brutally honest "not...diarrhea". A very distinct voice going on here in my admittedly knuckle-headed opinion. But, for what it's worth, bravo!
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