mouthwash mustache kissed the morning for good luck doesn't matter what color the truck is once it runs you over sinking ship tipping over rose lips the rows of drowning souls flow like wine into this half empty sip of consciousness I slip in and out of whenever I decide to drown myself with you it seems I got my life jacket two sizes too big why cant I find shoes that fit the foot in my mouth when I speak monkey see monkey do do you see what I mean? but meaning is lost when its someone else's definition intuition leads me to my lesser senses all defenses are down prepare for attack mind if I back-track a bit? I was sitting under a foggy skylight fluorescent lights burning above a red bench that proves uncomfortable anyway I sit I lit a cigarette and bet myself id choke on it when you walked by again I choked but on words ive been waiting to say for many todays before this one debating whether this weather was appropriate for a fall the fall of this wall that surrounds me ive seen very little beyond these bricks of the wounds ive been licking flicking my cigarette behind me I started towards the door with a sore throat and an aching heart and apart from my physical complaints my heart is in desperate need of you I wont sit idly by anymore adoring you from afar nor will I stay quiet and choke on my pride or decide to sit back while my courage dwindles down like that candle ive been burning by my drafty window that swings inside maybe ive just been waiting for you to finally shut the blinds and put me to bed with that said may this mouthwash mustache kiss the night goodbye while I try to retrieve my heart vandalized and affectionately incised "in need of loving owner"
Reason for writing:
just some "important poetic ramblings" inspired by sumthin pretty someone wrote me...
Birth sign: Pisces
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