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just anything
by Jennifer Truesdalemonday has tentacle arms
and swallows deep.
i take another smoke break
even though i quit four years and 3 months ago.
you turn up the volume on the microphone
in hopes to kill some of the dead noise
with your voice.
i keep myself twiddling my thumbs,
shaking my feet,
bouncing my knees...
anything
just anything.
tomorrow will find me another bedside,
another exhaustion pipe and
green.
i can bring the Cathedral
to our dreams
if only you will pray for me.
and there you go
avoiding my fields of stains and
broken minds stuck in
repeat silences
that have you so wound up around pointless
that you brought a gun-
and i wonder if this is my misery
or is it yours?
stop stiffening the breeze and speak -
say anything
just anything
(so i can get to sleep).
08/30/2011 Posted on 08/31/2011
Copyright © 2025 Jennifer Truesdale
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/31/11 at 07:37 AM Oh lady, this is such a wonderful write. The angst sags through it like a heavy heart. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/01/11 at 06:40 AM I agree with Jon..excellent poem..the imagery sears throughout, Jennifer! |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 09/01/11 at 03:38 PM I love your use of body language in this - it adds so much. This is edgy - I look forward to seeing more of your work! Oh - and WELCOME to Pathetic too :) Good to have you here. |
| Posted by Dorian Black on 01/31/12 at 10:51 PM Uniquely gorgeous. Great write! |
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