[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 02:52:33 -0600
TIME'S CRIME.
Sweetness doesn't pay the bills, baby.
What do you want from me?
I'll blow my fucking brains out for you.
You know that.
What do you want?
The wind rattles leaves like a taunt.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Everything ends.
I would rip open the earth to have you again.
You know that.
What do you want?
Everything comes to an end.
Now is the time. Now, now, now,
now or never.
What do you want from me?
Time ticks.
Time, time. time.
Each tick pricks me,
its thorns kill me
Oh god, just to lie with you again.
Time kills me.
Time killed me.
Years ago.
Mike Geary
Memphis
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