Pick me

This night is so compact that it's almost neverending
It flips me on my back each time, fotonebound spinebending
I need a shrink to help me think away and shrink this black whole space into a spot that's just a pimple or a birthmark on your face
I'll hold your cheecks and kiss it and wrap my life in candylace

I'll find the closest star there is and find myself to be amazed
I'll see through muddy waters, eyes glazed
And if you try the same thing, you'll find I'm not even half as crazed
As you expected
I'm self-hate bred, love underfed
Can I please sleep at your place?
There are monsters under my bed
You can even put the lights out
I'll still be there in the dark
I'll be your secret gold retriever
Throw me sticks in the park
So I can get in touch with my innermost bark
Be my Joanie, Joan of Arc
Be my skinny little Lois, cause I'm the dito Clark

No matter what
I'll roam these streets, just in case we'd meet
And make the sidewalk my new prayermat
And worship at your feet




Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-04 at 18:12

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
makes me think of some song i don't know by who - i'll be your dawg.
2005-07-16


Hans Bump
There's some great insight in the way you use words:
"The night is so compact"
"love underfed"

A little too much play on words however distracts from the thoughtfulness.

Very nicely done.
2005-06-07