"cletus" poems
Cletus told Gertrude
Gertrude told Hilda
Soon everyone knew
A story that was not true
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
We left on the excuse of
Wanting to listen
To
"Just one song".
But when we arrived at the place
That kept us from the outside
We decided to go ahead and drive
And I've never had a smile so big
I was actually scared
My face might rip
And I could die
Or we could drive off a cliff
Or smoke a laced spliff
It makes no difference to me
As long as you're around
Even if that means muddling through
The week
In our seperate towns
Until one of us can come down
For the weekend.
And we're too loud
But it's only because we're used
To trying to bridge the distance
With a vocalized insistence
That we'll find a way back
Even if it's back roads and red eyes and runny noses
I know how it goes
And I've chosen to stay
When I would usually take the easy way
I'd be out and gone
But we're leaving together
And with you
I try to do less wrong.
Last night
one more song
Turned into a vulnerable
Sob
And awkward consolation
Turned to snot on my shoulder
And the comfort of
Human warmth.
I would address how we should go forward
But I know it doesn't matter
I'll see you again
And you'll catch my spinning head
And I'll hug you
And hug you
And never get enough
Sweet thing,
You're the good stuff.
12.20.14 cem
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC