"holesin" poems
I'm so tiredI can't sleepSlipping deepInto that holeMy socks have holesIn all the heelsIt really feelsLike I'm floatingOn a boatOn the seaSail with meInto the sunWon't it be fun?Just you and IAnd the big blue skyClouds scudding byAcross the blueJust me and youUntil we're throughWith being usDon't make a fussIt won't be longUntil we're goneAnd this one songIs all that's leftOf you and IAnd that big blue sky
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 10:50 PM UTC
"Stop the car,"
I tell her
"I'll ******* walk home."
My hands find the dashboard to sturdy myself as she slams
on the brakes and starts screaming, but I'm gone already.
Tires shriek, gasoline burns, and exhaust fills my being as
she leaves, and I start off in the opposite direction.
Halfway through my trek I feel stones digging into my feet,
right at the spot where my souls meet body and I think:
I've got holes in my souls, hmm.
Then it gets stuck inside my mind like a chicken bone and
with each step I take I start chanting it, like a walking mantra.
*Holes in my souls, holes in my souls, holes in my souls,
hole sin my souls, holesin mysouls, holesinmysouls,
holes-souls, holy-in-my-souly, holy-moly soulies...*
...holes in my soul...
...my whole soul...
...holy souls...
...hmm...Ouch.
My concentration is then broken by a rock in my shoe and I think:
Wait...
*Where the **** am I going?*
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC