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the seventh child of Surfer Rosa

by Cymbre Dolphay

Will you remember me when I go awry?
holding myself beyond your sane confines
everything that was normal and routine
reversed into a state of raging chaos
easy enough to forget one crazy lover...

It is not your doing, this illness of mine
some things aren't meant to make sense

Maybe if you lost your grip too...
years from now we'd be locked away together

My sweet one, don't cling to this emotion
irrelevent to that world I hate
nothing could have saved me...
don't let that thought ruin your ways

08/03/2003

Author's Note: The Pixies told me to write it, and who am I to disobey? This is dedicated to the shoes Miss Marla wore while holding up traffic.

Posted on 08/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/06/03 at 06:16 PM

I'm glad you listened to the pixies. This is a great poem. Much wisdom can be derived from it. Thanks for posting.

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