Wow. How long has it been since I uploaded this puppy? I guess I haven't really written much worthwhile lately, and I'm also not sure if there are more than, like, 3 people who read this. Hey, here's a thought, if you are reading this, and even if you have nothing even remotely interesting to say about it, drop me a line so I have an idea of whether or not it's actually worth it to update this thing. I do enjoy writing in it when the mood strikes me. Anyway, a poem:
Prophets
This poem is fake,
She said, before beginning.
But all the same,
It follows such:
We devour one another with abandon
And watching on the couch
A film with friends
The awkward silence made us giggle
For we knew why the air was alive
With that electric crackle
And coming home
Had barely time to wonder how
One stealthy hand on my inner thigh
Got us through the entire movie
These days there is little time for contemplation.
And passing her counterfeit bill to the jewellers
She said, you see?
Nothing will be this real,
The poets have been lying,
Prophesying
2 comments:
i like.
I like this. You need to punctuate a little more though. You can use punctuation to tell your readers how they should be reading your poem...and where they should pause, etc. Wooot.
Jess
from work.
I know you know a lotta Jess'
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