darling, you come to me
like fleas on the leper's wounds
how they refuse to go away
as he crawls grime-covered
arms outstretched
for money you won't give
precious pity aplenty
garnishing for your speeches
in a purple bottle i have stored
a dragon fly
it must be dead now
like the baby in a bell jar
in the biology lab at school
do you know
how haunted i was for days
and what a pretty baby it was
the smell of old photographs
yellow, the colour of memories
left to decay in old trunks
of my father's prodigal relatives
who cheated on their spouses
and flew away like birds
do they always return
will you?
3 comments:
never knew t biology lab-baby haunted u so much :)
nice DP btw...keep smiling :)
shari...just wantd 2 kno if u EVERTIME think in a confused/distracted way...in ur last 3 poems u seem to slightly deviate 4rm da mainstream here n there...or mayb tis ma lack o poetic understandin?...
i really LIKE this one. Pained SoC always did it for me! :P
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