Sunday, March 02, 2008

Listen.

I love you,
So relax!

You're so caught
Up in what
We haven't wrought
That even your thoughts
Are aligned
With keeping or having the good time
And benign they are not.

Of course the part
Of me that's hoarse
From screaming
At the sunset
Is upset at the force
Our lack of discourse
That's discouraged
Our mutual appeal.

I feel confident
But maybe I'm just dumb.

I'm feeling it come on
Incapacitation
By way of frustration.

1 comment:

Miss Gyny said...

I like how the idea is presented in this. The meter seems a bit odd, but I think it adds to the beauty and sense of human behavior in this poem.

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