Frisson
What I say is seldom what I mean,
And what I write is never what I planned
but what I feel is a taunt aphorism
for intravenous time travel
Travelling in vein, becoming part of the machine
The pain of dispute woven tightly
Around my sacchrine heart
Oh! but time, its telling ways
Tells tales of yesterday
Truth renders ugly etchings of time gone astray
The deaf, dumb and blind kind
and wandering waters wind
light the (hehehe)corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memorrrriiiieeeeessssss
of the way we were...
Sure plays a mean pinball
Back to the wandering waters
Impersonate our daughters
Investigate the reasons
That constipate the seasons
Clogging bowels of tender times
Lacking vowels for righteous rhymes
empty space within my head
Makes me wish that you were dead
Won't you lead the sheep astray?
Won't you Yankees go away?
I never mean what I intend to say
And what I plan is seldom what I write
Yet, remains a literary blight,
In the face of fear.
| Contributors: | Boppo, Roland, Anastasia, Scarface, Anon., Temple, Rayna, Stacy, Tomi, Readysteady, Barbara, Tommy, Pocahantas, Pyrex, Orchid, Nigel E. Fish, Fishy Nigel, Igor, Carborundum, Billy, Stpehen A. Meyer. |
| Poem finished: | 28th November 1996. |