I cannot ask you to exchange fresh bread for stale crackers
but then, I don't have to ask now do I?
cuz you're on hands & knees, shit eating grin
apologizing eyes, WHY?!
Mainlining caffeine to keep up the good work
making small lives smaller than they originally were
and I write love songs cuz I need to keep my heart
if I look at the city too long, the whole blessed sky gets dark
I dream of a lady who recognizes me
we'll make love between conversations about what we're missing
I'll take her with me to buy slaves at the port
I'll put her up for bid, but I won't sell her short
I'm shaping myself into a campfire
& burning melancholy songs 'bout being old & tired
yeah, I've been awake a long time
but I don't want to sleep forever tonight
A contest entry
- Can't take me home by Naridill.
300 points, ended August 16, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Nicely penned, the descriptions are intriging and the meaning is beyond the prompt. I like the intake.
Thanks for entering.
Much luck.
Adding your comment:
