|
De
by Corey Lockabya cryptic message anyway
and i can't think straight, my head spinning
like some kind of convoluted cup
decorated with gold leaf, large tumblers drained of liquor
and sleeping in bricks, in mortar, the keys
don't make sense, locked inside, feeling
altogether displaced, why is she talking to me
what does the other mean? should i follow it
will, will, will? i be able to
coffee, learn, stutter, emotion, learn
dissipation and sleep follow soon after
and this is what i'm supposed to feel
walking out doors, borrowing, using,
forced by water pressure towards a strange end
a God of sorts, powered by its light and
exuding oxygen like some frustrated sea mammal
and i can't, must continue, peeling away
skins of grapefruits (warning me)
so i unravel and sleep in irritation
and ?demise? 02/13/2007 Posted on 02/13/2007
Copyright © 2025 Corey Lockaby
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mark Maxey on 02/15/07 at 06:23 PM I felt tense after reading this....as it reflected what I was reading....you seem to capture and portray emotions well with great flow and use of vocabulary.
well done! |
|
