belowing off some steam by Johnny CrimsonPlease a pulsating saturation,
steam a wicker wonder boy.
Press down and turn left.
You're dirty because you said "counter cock-wise".
Her picture just will not talk,
and it's getting late and I can't change another bulb.
How long have I been down here?
My tears are drowning in pixels,
cheek on the furnace and nose in the air duct
I think i can see you.
Would be crazy to let you know this,
the chance you might give in.
I have counted the stairs,
I know all the steps to your room.
Your door only has one lock,
when and why you awake is no difference.
Sometimes, I'm always here.
03/12/2007
Posted on 03/13/2007 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/13/07 at 03:44 AM There's really interesting lines in here, almost cryptic in some places. And I really like that, especially in the first stanza. |
Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/10/10 at 02:19 AM A dream or a nightmare, depending on personal predilections, preparations and the direction of the wind... |
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