antidote by Corey Lockabythe nicest
type-A
smile i can manage
it still doesn't compare, not enough or not more anyway
i'll say "i love you"
i'll say whatever is true, but how many times
do i have to say
what you don't want to hear?
is it what i want, you think? are my fingers
so rotten as to fall apart with disuse?
lately i need that antidote
thick yellow antibiotics entering my head
as if dripping through my ears,
like sucking tears from my upper lip
kicking around the input/output measures
of friends, groups,
stacking question and response alike
like used cigarettes
they sit in a corner somewhere and
rot with atrophy, zaftig with desires
ungranted 01/22/2007 Posted on 01/23/2007 Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 01/23/07 at 08:07 AM 'like sucking tears from my upper lip' love it. |
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 01/23/07 at 01:12 PM i'll say "i love you"
i'll say whatever is true, but how many times
do i have to say
what you don't want to hear? Wonderfully expressed!
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