This is no box of tricks
rather an ottoman swollen
with some daft curios
that you know little about
and I can’t control
like the tide leaking in
Here’s a sack
of silly cravings
boiling over
as a *** of hot coffee
feel the discomfiture
bloom inside my cheeks
Dreams glazed
in electric colour
hooked on fiction
every night
wishing for the lights
to blaze upon whoever you are
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
This is no box of tricks
rather an ottoman swollen
with some daft curios
that you know little about
and I can’t control
like the tide leaking in
Here’s a sack
of silly cravings
boiling over
as a *** of hot coffee
feel the discomfiture
bloom inside my cheeks
Dreams glazed
in electric colour
hooked on fiction
every night
wishing for the lights
to blaze upon whoever you are
Written: May 2014.
Explanation: A poem (originally longer) written in my own time that does not fall into my ongoing series of beach/sea pieces. 'Queer' has several meanings, here used to describe something unusual/weird/odd. This meaning of the word is actually becoming somewhat dated.
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