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by Alisa Js

if we knew when to watch
there'd be no crush upon the shores
or statutory ruptures
no smattering of souls at breakneck speed
no revelational or dimensional blunders ...

excuse me while I run screaming to the edge of delete
tell me why I get so enraged
at those perky breasts,
she's trying way too hard
and I'm stopped in my tracks, mystified ...

did I hear that right, what you told me
I want to believe and move forward,
you know I do
yet, I'm stuck on this philandering road
no reason, no measure or rhyme
is this all in my mind or am I dead right ...

laughter snickers behind every syntax
do you think I'm that stupid or don't care
it's blatantly obvious to every fool within gunshot,
last time I checked
I count one too many for comfort,
and I'm just too damned tired to cry ...

08/02/2007

Author's Note: ...why do some women pretend to be your friends but in truth, they are anything but ???

Posted on 08/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/03/07 at 04:16 AM

Not sure. But I think you pose the question in your usual commanding fashion. Well done.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/05/07 at 06:39 PM

The unanswered questions can be killers. It's too bad some people are like that, but maybe if the narrator thinks of it this way - this other lady doesn't know what a faithful friend she missed out on. Good thoughts.
~Chelle~

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