only you and this
bed and i sit here watching
you never move a
muscle your
static sil
houette set
against the leaves outside i
watch and have this
ray gun i
point at you and say
peeeeooowww! peeeeoooow! but i
confess (and i'm
sorry) that they've gotten
sadder these
silly sounds and
attempts at
play all these
months where it's just
work by day
and your
bed by night a macbeth's
troop of ghosts in the
machines that
breathe for you i
point the gun i shake the
rattle and the teddy
bears i
talk to you but you
never answer, how
could you?, still too young for
words you would be just
finally getting them
out now if you
could but these
machines breathe and these
talismans en
chant the air that i shake be
fore your
bed like some
kind of failed
magic.
2 comments:
ray gun i
i like this particular line.
and the following one very much.
nice ones wolfie.
Man, amazing, you're gonna make me cry and I'm all tough in my suit in this office, eckh.
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