Monday, February 11, 2013

Lost In My Writing

Pick me last and pay no attention
To the fact that I am ill tempered and lost
Shake hands with someone unformed….intellectually
And treat our trysts as skeptically as a pirate’s transaction

“You ok man?”
“Yeah, yeah, who’s asking?”
“You are.”
“Oh right, let’s move on to the next question.”

Transferring thoughts shaped like land mines
From me to you isn’t as dangerous as it seems
If handled correctly you have a bag of explosives
To be used for moral wars at a later date

“You ok man?”
“No, no, who’s asking?”
“Father time.”
“Oh, right, that ticking is driving me insane.”

I once grasped at the world’s sweetest cherries
And picked flowers with pixies in open toed sandals
The craft took hold and opened doors of pitch
The goo came flooding through painfully slow…itching

“Trains leaving.”
“Oh shit, where’s my ticket?”
“Sold out love.”
“Why can’t I just Ride?”
“Because this world’s had enough.”
“Of what?”
“Of you…”



  1. argh, babyluv, the world can't get ENOUGH of you.

  2. i meant to say: the world can't GET enough of you. hah!

  3. And back and forth, back and forth we go...

    I love the landmine thoughts and pixie footwear ;-)

  4. No, no...the world most certainly can't get enough of you! Great Write!!

  5. I like the conversations, back and forth ~ I specially like transferring thoughts shaped like land mines ~

    Glad you liked my version, I must say your writing is spurs me to write in different ways...~

    Wishing you Happy Weekend ~