Free Verse
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Inside my head is a voice
I don’t think it’s mine
It holds conversations –
In whispers.
I’m not privy to its plans
And I’m not sure I want to be.
Just yesterday I caught it snickering –
As I fumbled with my laces.
‘Take them out’ it hissed.
I knew what it wanted,
So I quickly hurried to the street
And the deadening hubbub
Of a peak hour bustle.
It was rude with its comments.
I was embarrassed.
Wondering if others knew
That it railed against their very existence –
Sometimes I confront it,
‘You can’t speak that way’ I’ll say.
It just laughs and tells me to fuck off.
I know it wants me to end it –
Take us both over the edge of a cliff,
Or maybe bleed into a hot bath.
But I’m not ready.
I’m hoping it moves out soon –
Not sure how much longer
I can keep saying no.
*photo by Lyne
I wrote letters on my hand To remind me of the time that I need to be beside you On the train into the city, So that we can hear the music Of a man they call Bo Didley – But before I get to see you I need to get my new shirt, It’s still in with the cleaners So I’ll pick it up and cruise home And then I’ll come a get you. I’m sure you’ll be real pretty ‘cos That’s just the way you are – But it’s getting hot and sweaty on The bus ride to the cleaners And I’m thinking of the time That we went out for pizza and now that’s all I want to do – but my hand just tells me different and keeps me on the path, that I must follow from the start – If I’m to have a chance at keeping, Just a small piece of the deeply loving heart and my once in lifetime righteous gift that’s you.