Remove your slippers. Feel the sand. Turn on your I-phone and bask under the glorious sun.
Let's chase time!
Let's chase time!
Ode To You Who Cussed Me
October 12, 2007In a murderous fit, I peer into space
Heavy breathing, sweat trickling
Eyes ablazing
I see visions of vengeance:
dark clouds looming
march of death thundering
dark angels hovering
Lust of spurting blood, rising
Retribution screaming my head
I need to draw blood
I need to scream those profanities you have thrown at me
I's maddening, this need.
How dare you cuss me?
You see hate? A grave understatement.
This is rage. Unadulterated rage
Love in a rampage.
Friendship gone sour. And sourer.
I must to.
And when I can, that's the time I'll mourn you
Mourning of a friendship departed.
All comments are moderated. Your comments will not appear here unless approved by the blog owner. Thank you.
