Each night I play our break up in my head
Don’t want one, don’t expect one
It’s just an exercise for imagery forming a medley
With some obscured pleasure, aside, yet always ahead
Mostly we are about dramatic seer-talk,
Because you’re so damn predictable
Sometimes we creep into silence
For the many words, deep within locked
Remember when I told you about my past
Because I read on a urinated wall,
disclosing is trust building
You had said, “I feel like I don’t know you at all”
Now after so many gullet-scratching kisses
And secret-scribling on wrists
After promises tattooed with canines
As if you think otherwise!
Don’t know if it’s the phantasmagoria talking or genuine hurt
The roof of our house is on fire
And it’s all coming down wall by wall
Burning off the wallpaper mirth
Ooh, I know what to imagine of tonight,
Our house’s roof on fire!
And me head banging to Coal Charcoal just outside the house,
Screaming, “We don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn!”
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You are the best poet I have read on sulekha; I could expand that comment to a much wider world -- how wide, I'm not sure, because at present I can't remember when or where I read a better poet -- aside from those already famous as such. Unlike most who attempt writing poetry, you rise far above the common doggerel. You have the inherent class to have not abandoned rhyme, as all the trendy have done, and whose poetry usually flounders. Your sense and choice of rhyme is impeccable, as is your style and imagery. With your versifying talent combined with musical ability, you could be a good songwriter -- but you probably knew that already. Congratulations.
-- GF
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Thank you so much, Gregory!
That's such a response! For the sake of sounding cliched, I'd say, that's such an honor. A comment coming from you.
I hate the fact that this poem wasn't given an effort by me when I'd post it. It was more random than ever. Anyway, you made my day. =)
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Thank you so much, Gregory!
That's such a response! For the sake of sounding cliched, I'd say, that's such an honor. A comment coming from you.
I hate the fact that this poem wasn't given an effort by me when I'd post it. It was more random than ever. Anyway, you made my day. =)
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