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Rolled and tossed A couple of lost socks Found each other in the wash, A bed of warm sheets Without any soothing pillows Fire Without sugar. Their bodies slept Connected just like numbers Surpassing lust. The music kept us busy Wandering nowhere. The twang of guitars, The soft percussive sounds, The echo through the air. Just as the buzz was wearing off Ringing came from overhead. Selfish voices, questioning choices The rumors that we'd spread. Logic all but ignored. Didn't see that she was so serious. Never saw her act so serious. Could be she'd be so serious. My jaw hit the floor. The painter took some brushes On a canvas made of clay He chipped out intertwining bodies As the black and the grey flew about And the dust was settling We'd arrived far too late But the beauty is in the peace. I just pray I look as good In the morning's clean light As I do the night before Though I know that's strange A little pathetic And a bore. I could capture the sighs The taste and hurt in your eyes. You've got the biggest heart I've ever known Though you're only half my size.
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
Performance Piece for a Lost Cause
Rolled and tossed A couple of lost socks Found each other in the wash, A bed of warm sheets Without any soothing pillows Fire Without sugar. Their bodies slept Connected just like numbers Surpassing lust. The music kept us busy Wandering nowhere. The twang of guitars, The soft percussive sounds, The echo through the air. Just as the buzz was wearing off Ringing came from overhead. Selfish voices, questioning choices The rumors that we'd spread. Logic all but ignored. Didn't see that she was so serious. Never saw her act so serious. Could be she'd be so serious. My jaw hit the floor. The painter took some brushes On a canvas made of clay He chipped out intertwining bodies As the black and the grey flew about And the dust was settling We'd arrived far too late But the beauty is in the peace. I just pray I look as good In the morning's clean light As I do the night before Though I know that's strange A little pathetic And a bore. I could capture the sighs The taste and hurt in your eyes. You've got the biggest heart I've ever known Though you're only half my size.
This is a poem I wrote two years ago for a poetry festival at my college. I hope you enjoy it.
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andrew-klein
American
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
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