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Mercury |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
(Note: unlike most of my poems, this one is almost entirely meaningless. Enjoy the mess.) Mercury Today is fading into my face cold as the dark side of Mercury and the mandolin sings through my veins I yearn for the home I left behind hanging in the sky, sitting pretty and green beside bent clouds crying broken blue rain we crawl out of the frozen Ontario night to meet the brilliant diamond dawn lying in the dirt like a holy ghost the streamers of light like your green eyes shattering through kaleidoscope windows bulging out from April painted houses on the lake staring out over the ugly grey cityscape I spend all my days thinking about the strawberry taste of your cheshire smile, sending cupid's misspent arrows straight to me, cutting straight through my fishbowel of a heart the remnants of my life orbiting around her blood red head before I shut out the light, I hang my cares on the crescent moon that refuses to leave me alone, and leave the keys to my private universe under the welcome mat that doesn't welcome girls like you in so sorry, yet so blurry when the stars come out to play to play with my self-esteem, cashing my checks in to see you naked again oops, did I really say that, and did you really want to get back to being us? anyway, I ask permission to dip my paintbrush in your blue ocean and paint myself a perfect picture to hang on my imperfect chest but you say, seems like you always say, 'please deposit another twenty-five cents for me to give a **** ' and so I do, you know I do, over and over like day shifting violently to day is it too late for me to take a hit on the whispering radio at night Bob Marley won't you deliver me a little dose of redemption in little gift-wrapped melodies that keep me sane during the day don't say I'm crazy, I'm kinda lazy, like the sun like anyone without a Chinese monkey playing her majesty's beauty on a broken piano in the gory aftermath of math class when I can't find my eyes in the spring light okay, I'm just that crazy and I take it all back I'm packing the bags under my eyes heading back to Mercury see you when I see you, when I need to be in your shoes when you need to be in my eyes and the poetry I write for the lies I can't forget like angel wings made of magazines and eviction notices it's all for you just like Mercury "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this is not a mess, but true words of beauty written from your heart...enjoyed the visuals and tenderness of this, and you, very much |
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