April 28, 2006

But Darling, I've been busy.



I want to experience Art. Always. Everywhere.




You thought yourself sly,
The words slipped from your lips,
As they should,
You practiced so carefully.

Your mouth is too wide,
I have seen through your screen,
And your lungs,
Are brimmed with Obscenity.






But Darling, I've been busy writing a symphony for you. There is simply no time for closed eyes and lullabies.

I quite enjoy books, especially the words inside of them. I might be able to spend the rest of my life reading, if it would amount to something other than a fanciful mind.
That is mostly the reason why I go to thrift stores now... well, I go for books, and for those silk scarves that women used to tie around their necks... they are fanciful too.
Is it possible for the world to look this way forever?





1 comment:

Anonymous said...

oh what a poem. im glad you enjoy it also. it seems like the days are getting shorter, the weeks passing faster. soon we will be launched into the rest of our lives without a clue of what to do with them. my whole life thus far has been planned out and suddenly i get to make decisions. cool but scary all at once.
~Whitney