I left words upon your door step
By now they're freezing cold .
And sense you last kiss, left my lips
I ponder how much longer.
I'll catch each call so damn abrupt
Between your hustle and bustle .
They make me laugh , your out of breath
From all the lies your spewing .
Sorry, I bought enough wolf -tickets to last me
Until The 12th of Never .
Why in hell are you holding on to me for dear life
Like I'm the cure for your cancer ?
Got-damn -it you can't even look me in the eyes !
Ha,ha, I know my motives and my reasons way
And I'll pray to God it passes .
Right now I'm a walking, talking cunning and baffling
Nightmare , a shoot me down rain barrel jangle .
Just a cool angry motherfucker ,
And that's worse then being highly pissed off .
Once upon a time guilt hit a dame I once knew, so hard
She ran down Brady Street crying .
And all I said was hi !
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Getting Shit Out of my System (the only way I Know How.)
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 5:31 PM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
Raw, angry and visceral; yet held (barely) in control. I like this poem it is a great portrait of a man who is dangerous rather than just pissed off.
Post a Comment