Post by dog on Apr 14, 2007 23:28:39 GMT -6
1.
i have a tail
that thinks
it know me
quite well
not knowing
it only wishes
it knew me well
this tail i have
a woman
that sees
herself
Lucy
in the Sky
with Diamonds
mirrored in every
written detail
of everything
i write day
or night
whether out
of obsession
flattering herself
or clouded and colluded
with spiritual insecurity
i confess i do not know
i do know she smells
like heather and this
is the first poem
i've ever
written
specifically
about her
here or there
or anywhere
i do believe
but, what do i know
i just write the stuff
i don't read it
that's what fans
are for guess
if they didn't
see themselves
in everything
nothing would
be read
here
there
or anywhere
for that matter
i have a tail
that thinks
it know me
quite well
that
is reading
the only poem
i've ever penned
specifically for her right here
and right now for that matter
2.
if and i say if
by any figmental stretch
of the imagination i were royalty
naming a successor for the historical
beloved country of my abdication it wouldn't be you
my friend no grugde match you just lack the qualifications
logically reasonably tell me why would i choose an unblooded
princess from a throng of professional queens with far better
qualifications you poetically rant and rave and force the truth
from the drooped lips of a Great Dane that would rather
lie quietly for the moment at the end of it's own
individual lifechain not yours cease and desist
anxious obsessment you rant you rave
and i've moved way beyond the wave
i used to ride back in the day
my abscondment had nothing
to do with you i'm more selfish
than all that it had everything
to do with me you rant you rave
stand down go forth and prosper
and blessed be at peace i am
3.
whore? your word not mine
i didn't call you that
why would i
i'm an
unrepenetant
unregrettably
adulteress
concubine
to call
you whore
would be like
the pot calling
the kettle black
to coin a colliquism
i have a tail
that thinks
it know me
quite well
not knowing
it only wishes
it knew me well
this tail i have
a woman
that sees
herself
Lucy
in the Sky
with Diamonds
mirrored in every
written detail
of everything
i write day
or night
whether out
of obsession
flattering herself
or clouded and colluded
with spiritual insecurity
i confess i do not know
i do know she smells
like heather and this
is the first poem
i've ever
written
specifically
about her
here or there
or anywhere
i do believe
but, what do i know
i just write the stuff
i don't read it
that's what fans
are for guess
if they didn't
see themselves
in everything
nothing would
be read
here
there
or anywhere
for that matter
i have a tail
that thinks
it know me
quite well
that
is reading
the only poem
i've ever penned
specifically for her right here
and right now for that matter
2.
if and i say if
by any figmental stretch
of the imagination i were royalty
naming a successor for the historical
beloved country of my abdication it wouldn't be you
my friend no grugde match you just lack the qualifications
logically reasonably tell me why would i choose an unblooded
princess from a throng of professional queens with far better
qualifications you poetically rant and rave and force the truth
from the drooped lips of a Great Dane that would rather
lie quietly for the moment at the end of it's own
individual lifechain not yours cease and desist
anxious obsessment you rant you rave
and i've moved way beyond the wave
i used to ride back in the day
my abscondment had nothing
to do with you i'm more selfish
than all that it had everything
to do with me you rant you rave
stand down go forth and prosper
and blessed be at peace i am
3.
whore? your word not mine
i didn't call you that
why would i
i'm an
unrepenetant
unregrettably
adulteress
concubine
to call
you whore
would be like
the pot calling
the kettle black
to coin a colliquism
