Saturday, January 14

with ease and a phantom, platinum pair of small tongs i have lifted this from the november archives and set it down here.




it's terrible.
i'm using lower case.
don't have the patience to use upper case or caps.
dammit!

people.

one
at
a
time
they enter
your life
one
by
one
they enter
your
mind
slowly they fill up your thoughts
one call a day
from far away
is enough
to make you blush
and two?
that would be beetroot
red
on your cheeks
and three?
you'd be flying
yippity yee!!
oh gee!
ifonly
ifonly
if
only
it'd last.


never does!
bang
a loud loud LOUD bang
in just a few days
it'll all be gone
far away
you won't know what it was
that hit you.
it hurts.
just when you're thinking
this
and that
one finger at a time
you begin to give
yourself away
one thing
at a time
one smile
one teardrop
one smudge of mascara
one letter from the alphabet
one page in the green hand sewn book
one call
after the other
one thought
one person
one life
one dream
one language
one another

till the BANG!

and then it's all gone.
seems like it's gone now.
i'm cheesed off. i want to shout, pull out large wads of grass from the lawn
make it bald in a patch
i want to starve myself
because i don't feel hungry
when i'm

blue.



damn you!



(i don't wear mascara. neither have i been receiving calls from someone, everyday. this isn't me really, at this point in time. but it makes sense to me, still. )


3 comments:

Zofo The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts said...

this was beautifully written...
simple yet with a lot of emotion
cheers
z

Avalonian said...

I'm scared Luce

coyote said...

Me too... avoid, avoid being seduced into becoming one of the dreaded lower case poets!

That said, I like this. Especially the bit about tearing out wads of grass. What a beautifully concrete way to draw frustration.