Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
dylan-d-1Poems
- Dismiss my wandering eyes They’re catching a drape, not you They’re creeping along a cobblestone sidewalk Not you Dismiss my clamping cough It’s there because the Spring is not good to me It’s not there because you are good to me Which, you always are, have I mentioned It will not stop here In, of all places, a little side-street pub Where we both always seem to be At the same time It will not just stop Like a chamber orchestra after a Long night of tuning and unreal sound Where outside it’ll flow Ignore the tone of my voice When it shifts up, it stays up I won’t drop it for you, not until You drop it first And you get closer to where I am One less stool between us every day And nobody notices But the people who sat in them, those air people And I’m certainly not kidding when I beg you to tell me things Like the ghosts between us Are only shapes of us Tell me we’re all the same Little lobsters in a tank Clawing at water We’re the same Tell me I was always too nice To confront a total stranger And ask The greatest question of all -
0
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 11:48 PM UTC
those air people
- Dismiss my wandering eyes They’re catching a drape, not you They’re creeping along a cobblestone sidewalk Not you Dismiss my clamping cough It’s there because the Spring is not good to me It’s not there because you are good to me Which, you always are, have I mentioned It will not stop here In, of all places, a little side-street pub Where we both always seem to be At the same time It will not just stop Like a chamber orchestra after a Long night of tuning and unreal sound Where outside it’ll flow Ignore the tone of my voice When it shifts up, it stays up I won’t drop it for you, not until You drop it first And you get closer to where I am One less stool between us every day And nobody notices But the people who sat in them, those air people And I’m certainly not kidding when I beg you to tell me things Like the ghosts between us Are only shapes of us Tell me we’re all the same Little lobsters in a tank Clawing at water We’re the same Tell me I was always too nice To confront a total stranger And ask The greatest question of all -
Written by
dylan-d-1
American
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 11:48 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem