x by Laura DoomI find it too uneasy
to lose myself
painting pleasure maps
on your back
with my tongue
touching east and west
until the needle
draws sweat and tears
from deepest south
to hush my mouth
but the point is
never made
for that north face
bleeds abstraction
misdirecting its attraction
and I never thought
to be taken seriously;
for a minute there it seemed
I'd lost my senses
of self, perspective, humour
I can only go on
laughing at myself
for so long
before the treasure is buried
as wishful thinking 02/27/2013 Posted on 02/27/2013 Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/28/13 at 11:36 PM Your compass is very revealing here - one might hope this map might never tatter. |
Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 05/31/13 at 10:09 PM I hope everyone can endeavor to move forward in such an unpretentious manner, but we are eventually all taken seriously at one point regardless. |
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