Jul 2014
Tris
Unconsciously
The name
That
Tris
Let me remember you
At times I don't want to the most
Clearly
The blurry image of
Parking lot
Motorcycles and cigarettes
Dim light
I saw a star or two or three or
Four
Let me remember you
At times I don't want to the most
Poetry reading
The emotions, the voice, oh, tempo
The tap of the right foot
The wide smile that supposed to hurt
Disability in the arts
Cry it out! Cry it out!
She cried on the train
And had an old man told her
It will be okay
O, how jealous I am
I had to wander on the blurry forest
Of motorcycles and cigarettes
With dim light and foreign faces
I couldn't not care about how I looked
But
Blank mind --- Hollowed self ---
I have had the soul fly to search for you
A minute was enough and a part of me died
She saw the tears and the halved smile
And she completed it
With or without
What could it do for good?
Let me remember you
At times I don't want to the most
Do you remember that song?
You said it was my favorite which
I couldn't sleep without listening to it ---
That evening I wanted to
Be in your eyes
And this theatrical pain
Is killing me
Slaughtering me like a goat
O, those special effects! Brava!
Unconsciously
The name
That
Tris
Let me remember you
At times I don't want to the most
Clearly
The blurry image of
Parking lot
Motorcycles and cigarettes
Dim light
I saw a star or two or three or
Four
Let me remember you
At times I don't want to the most
Poetry reading
The emotions, the voice, oh, tempo
The tap of the right foot
The wide smile that supposed to hurt
Disability in the arts
Cry it out! Cry it out!
She cried on the train
And had an old man told her
It will be okay
O, how jealous I am
I had to wander on the blurry forest
Of motorcycles and cigarettes
With dim light and foreign faces
I couldn't not care about how I looked
But
Blank mind --- Hollowed self ---
I have had the soul fly to search for you
A minute was enough and a part of me died
She saw the tears and the halved smile
And she completed it
With or without
What could it do for good?
Let me remember you
At times I don't want to the most
Do you remember that song?
You said it was my favorite which
I couldn't sleep without listening to it ---
That evening I wanted to
Be in your eyes
And this theatrical pain
Is killing me
Slaughtering me like a goat
O, those special effects! Brava!
(I've told you. More bad poems coming.)
