Hmmm...
"It's like drifting off a cloud
Rolling off a cliff
Dying, then waking up smelling somebody's gift
'I saved you. You fell and I've given you a lift'
You wonder like a scientist but try to accept it
She cooks you some gumbo
Yummm that's the best gift
Warm sweet cookies and blankets and many stories
Many funny
None boring
Many gory and many horny
Sailors fly across the sea
I slay many frienemies for double crossing me
And you drink it in like the rum we bleed.
She found your sword where she found your soul
Blade in the scabbard
While you sip sharp soups out of a bowl.
Your bowl
Wonder if you'll ever want to fight again
Violence and misery
Sky hunting is rough
You were a vision once but enough could be enough
I wish I could lay my sword down
Just for her crust- though the pie filling I lust
But we mustn't
Think of time for a minute.
Shut your eyes for a minute and think, think
Don't interupt with any images
A bead in the dirt
Just sink
Quietness; allow a moment to pass by
Riotus things could happen you haven't wondered why
Believe me.
A minute doesn't really exist
She chops you meat.
'Talk to me'
So you tell her your soul at no cost
Just speak.
Stare into a mirror and speak
She will listen
Kissing your neck when you begin to falter
You are your only vision
The Author.
I died as a fighter so I sharpened a pencil
To become a writer.
A writer:
A rider of the waves of words that the weak women weep with
A master of periods, painting them in sequence and out of sequence
A little ubscure
A powerful warrior with words
Iron glove gripping clippings of news
And a pair of boobs"
How rude
"If that's your attitude."
"Warm sweet cookies and blankets and many stories
ReplyDeleteMany funny
None boring
Many gory and many horny"
- i love that, i like how the rhymes are all in the "or" in the middle. it makes it really cool to speak aloud.
"And you drink it in like the rum we bleed."
- that line is perfect.
the food mixed with piracy imagery is really interesting. what inspired you to write this? it's really cool. glad to see it posted :)
-bethany
This poem is now and forever dedicated to Bethany, who demanded that I write something for her to come home to!
ReplyDelete(The thing is, editing is the phase where you really get to know your writing, and since I don't do that, waking up in the morning to my own writing is pretty neat. You should see me freak over my own shit. "I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS!" For that reason alone, I have a lot to say about this bit because I fucking love it. I can't believe I wrote this... this is me spazzing! It's not so much 'stuff to say' or 'comments' as 'reactions.' Jeez!)
And that was the whole inspiration- write something worth sinking into after being out and crazy. Like... the lady kinda started out evil to me, but I love her so much, and she loves me more. And... life can be like a war, I suppose. It's nice to chill the fuck out and say how you feel to someone who cares. I think mirrors are such an important . I almost put some weed references in there, but... nah
I thought I'd try to allow for the most whole sort of a warrior possible, so I threw in bits of different kinds. Angelic, Pirate, Knight, in this case. I also didn't want it too heavy.
Food is just the world's most comforting thing. I think that the greatest sign of love is to cook for someone. Like... you mom, your grandma and your wife/husband are, in this society, the main bread-cookers, and they are typically the greatest source of lovingness. Thus, make a maybe grandma, maybe lover lady cook, and you get a nice warm happy feeling inside. At least, I do...
I love abstraction. I still have no idea just who these characters are. A dude who maybe used to be an angel, a friend of his who seems to keep texting him, and a sexy old lady taking care of dude, who's considering whether to stay or not. But... entirely not, also.
I'm glad you enjoy :)