Deliberate me
half sitting
waiting
hovering over porcelain
like the robin over her nest
seceding the remaining evidence into the sea
i listen
to water draining painfully from it's port
i read
the only WW i'll ever love
i admire how the paint
covers even the breakers on the wall
and i notice i'm moving not at all
only my eyes
my lungs
my thoughts
but i would keep those still if i could
and i trip/fall into my lover's bed
while i laugh/cry for my misfortune
and in life
i might be bury bottomed
but in my dreams i'm headed west
focused
forgotten
driving like i had somewhere to go
flooding the last day
with scenes from the first
and waiting
oh that unnerv'd waiting
for the when
when i will want no more
waiting
hovering over porcelain
like the robin over her nest
seceding the remaining evidence into the sea
i listen
to water draining painfully from it's port
i read
the only WW i'll ever love
i admire how the paint
covers even the breakers on the wall
and i notice i'm moving not at all
only my eyes
my lungs
my thoughts
but i would keep those still if i could
and i trip/fall into my lover's bed
while i laugh/cry for my misfortune
and in life
i might be bury bottomed
but in my dreams i'm headed west
focused
forgotten
driving like i had somewhere to go
flooding the last day
with scenes from the first
and waiting
oh that unnerv'd waiting
for the when
when i will want no more
posted by cainnum at
25.7.06
3 Comments:
yes i know its the poop poem. i posted because...i didnt want FH to go stale, and i like this one. And i like walt whitman. so there.
poop. ahaha.
wow...i have to say i like it too. i got to the third line and thought 'this sounds like it's about the toilet.'
cainnum, it's pretty cool how you can even make that sound nice.
lol
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