Next !
Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:13 pm
You came at me in a two too pronged attack
"Prisoners are for pussies," you yelled
Taking a plunge at a lunge at my lungs
Side-swiped and side-swept shot your bolt
"Stand and take it, you bastard," fell you, knee-wards
At my stand-at-ease feet
"Not again! torn heart-strings shrivelled
again; how, why, where, when ?"
Your adverbs bore through me
lifting small lids of buried boxes
Each labelled by name, not yours.
"Who this time, next time ?
Dancing your eyes 'cross any room
You've got it, you get it, you spill it
you spoil it, you smell of it,
you bastard, again"
I turned on polished heels,
checked the mirror,
took stock
and left.
This bastard ain't for keeping.
"Prisoners are for pussies," you yelled
Taking a plunge at a lunge at my lungs
Side-swiped and side-swept shot your bolt
"Stand and take it, you bastard," fell you, knee-wards
At my stand-at-ease feet
"Not again! torn heart-strings shrivelled
again; how, why, where, when ?"
Your adverbs bore through me
lifting small lids of buried boxes
Each labelled by name, not yours.
"Who this time, next time ?
Dancing your eyes 'cross any room
You've got it, you get it, you spill it
you spoil it, you smell of it,
you bastard, again"
I turned on polished heels,
checked the mirror,
took stock
and left.
This bastard ain't for keeping.