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Old mans cane

by Johnny Crimson

In the door and around the bend
That little corner you must crawl under

Through cobwebs and secrets you should hold all youre breath

If glass was unbreakable I'd still be in her room

Sit in my car
and scream at the radio

WHERE WERE ALL MY FUCKING FRIENDS LAST NIGHT?

In a room of my own
I'm slicing up science

Her tongue takes a stab at dancing
before realizing it's been stapled to her upper lip

This is all just a reminder of course
that I will never
feel the back of her throat

I can finally see now
what makes those bumps in your shirt
If I had'nt torn your cunt with my teeth
We would'nt be smeering this all over you

I'll speak to you slowly
as I push your hair gently behind your ears

eyelids are glued to the brow
it's the only way she'll ever see me

I hope what he did to you
was nothing like this
I hope he just loved you
and fucked you a lot

I wish you knew how long you've been
on law-away

And maybe when the blood dries

I'll tell you what just happened to you

Maybe I'll let you go
so you can write it all down

Maybe I'll tell you the bit about the first time I saw you
And how I have thought of nothing else since

Did I tell you that I named all our kids already?

Why did you come to me in my dreams?


I would have told her all this

But she never stopped bleeding

09/10/2007

Posted on 09/11/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/11/07 at 02:24 AM

I've had nights sort of like those. Especially in that fifth line. This has angry as hell spoken word all over it. Fine work indeed.

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