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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label Out of Standard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Out of Standard. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Put On Those Rose Colored Glasses

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Hey, baby, don't be like that
When I told you there was no one else,
I wasn't really lying
You see,
I meant that there was no one else
worth mentioning,
No one else
worth getting you all upset about
See?
And it's over anyway, so
let's just forget all about it, ok?
Aw, honey
don't be like that
You know you're my girl
and "I gotta work late"
sounds so much prettier than
"I'd rather pull out all my teeth with your tweezers
than watch "Dancing With the Stars" again!"
I mean, do you really want me to say,
"I'd rather be shot through the face with bullets than have you kiss me"? or
"Your meandering hands feel like spiders crawling all over my skin"?
Yeah, I say, "Plant one here, baby!" and I smile
even though it hurts
C'mon, sweetie
don't go changing the locks again
I bought you some roses 
Naw, I didn't buy her any
She doesn't even like roses, 
and yours cost me way more!
Let's just go to bed, huh?
I'll pretend your dismal thrusting gets me off
just like I always do
I'm done with her
It's all about you now, baby
Wild horses couldn't drag me away, just like the song
I love you, baby
You believe me, right?


Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Whale Hips

Whales have hipbones
though they no longer walk on land
The remnant of a past life
lingers
well beyond its usefulness

Perhaps this is analogous
to the love I still feel for you
and the hurt 
that
I haven't seen you
or talked to you
in decades

The past
imprints itself on the present
Vestigial feelings
Meaningless and wasted
Saved like an old sweater that no longer fits
but was once was so soft and warm
that you just can't give it up.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Obscuring the Truth With Facts, Out of Standard