]a poem[
If I asked you if I loved you would you tell me so?
Caught up in the goings on of the to and fro.
So and so said they were there
Unaware of the stares.
So I’m looking backward at a positively smashing sight
Inducing fright it could be said
But the lead foot takes me further down a path I wanted
Extrapolated into reasonable nonsense
Further compensation, condensation drowning out the sorrow
“Tomorrow!”, she claims when queried.
Now my eyes are closed, I’m breathing in
To model when the shadows play and prance
No dancing because that signifies too much form
Break the mold, break the silence, break the rhythm
As we shift gears, shift years
A decade here or there
And the form I see in the mirror I plea
Isn’t me
But isn’t what she
Said I should be.
Sweet pledge of liberty
With a godless form
A godless take on this interesting phenomenon
Which goes on and on, like halcyon
A broken record when dawn breaks
Thoughts circling the drain
Again and again
They take on a mind of their own
It has been shown
Proven even
Deliberately.
That.
I.
Slow.
Down.
And speed back up
To finish finally.
Words that end with easy
Teasing meters.
I took my iambic pentameter and shoved it in her mouth
She was quite distraught
Twas not for naught
Smiles quickly became sore cheeks
And sore ribs
Because I can tickle the fancy
Like no other.
~C
13 August 2014
