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I found a lover in your laundry pile I couldn't tell if they were dirty or clean So I chucked them back in And did a little thinking
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
No reason, no rhyme, no reason, no rhyme, I feel I’ve been floating for quite some time Let all be assured that I’m never too sad
Alert, but with heavy eyelids The briefest of wars begins Pith under the fingernails Don’t let any juice escape Take it all off in one piece
You give so easily And I don't like to ask for things So leave it to me to breathe in deep And ask for something you can't give me
The swing seat on the verandah The most demure kind of fun You swung by, hoping you could land her And found her poised to perfection
The turning begins And I start breathing faster October excites Pink trees! Pink trees! Pink! Ivy changes colour too!
Please don't be concerned by all these words That oxidize when I set them down The ink gets blurred And starts tattooing frown lines in my brow
Tell me what you're seeing Is it beautiful there? Send me a crackling video of the call to prayer You're still awake until dawn,
No longer remote, my tail in my mouth I gave up my power, so won’t you come out? I’m terrified to let you in So take your chance before I turn around
I feel things that shouldn't matter But they do to me, and I don't want them to Which makes me want to punch a wall I feel like the world is a treadmill
Every day's another cup of candy cane-flavoured diabetes Because I'm far too good for alcohol And hey, it hasn't snowed yet
Sunlight Streams in Catching on everything Making it gleam Warming copper threads in my hair Radiating ripples from the water
