Friday, 13 December 2013

Third Poem

Moon and Starlight
#shiny#shiny
Languages I have learned dropped dead.

People's eyes are wide as teacups,
glimpsing every breath I take-

haunting rifles on my shoulders,
speaking to me as I see:
so damn nice and easy going,
this is how it seems to me.

Why's my tounge so sad and lonely-
useless muscle in my mouth-
there she is: between the vocals,
puzzling noise does spitting out.

I am crying like a baby,
"Shut me down" - I try to say.

Moon and Starlight
#shiny#shiny
Languages I have learned dropped dead.

one sad pill after the other,
swallowing the night away.

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