Listen
I no longer grieve for your bonesOr your flesh. Nor how to impress
You to me with certainty.
Long gone dances still waltz-
But I hear your thrubbing bass line.
All we laughed as impossible
Is true to me...
I wish I had your face in
My hands as I watch
This world become this nightmare.
Shush my love.
Hush and bear the asinine.
There is a pig
There there.
There there hope...
Let me stroke a snout.
Without.
This grey wall with the grey grout
Is where doubt will run out.
Even though no body of water
Can swallow this complete
I will listen till I drown and
Quibble the wobble then comlete
Myself to colours adored.
I thought they only lied to me...
About many years ago.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-07-12 at 00:53
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