You're waiting for wicked. You need warning that wanting everything will leave you with nothing. No one wants stew every meal.
It's dangerous to know everything because no one has your everything.
If you want to think inspiration is dripping from your thighs don't read any more poetry. Don't let the man who does it do it. Not to you.
If this is about you, then you have to wonder how fast a whore's tower is built, how rough the furious flint how quick hunters snatch from quivers once you lay the bait.
you have to wonder what happens next when you will not find me.
I, amusemaker become. Part one.
Because I have always known you, you must stop reading. Stop trying and become desperate to pluck out every word you didn't need. Weed the garden for fruit.
I heed the warnings but never forget the wants Some people eat the same thing for breakfast and lunch
knowing is half the battle and I burned that white flag a long time ago along with the hearts of fellow humans
I've been up in the whore's tower looking down on all the men below trying to climb up, to rescue, to mock, talk me out of jumping. The words are my bait.
Not finding but also maybe not looking- I do not have a green thumb.
You're waiting for wicked.
ReplyDeleteYou need warning that wanting
everything will leave you with nothing.
No one wants stew every meal.
It's dangerous to know everything
because no one has your everything.
If you want to think inspiration is dripping from your thighs
don't read any more poetry. Don't let the man who does it do it.
Not to you.
If this is about you, then you have to wonder
how fast a whore's tower is built,
how rough the furious flint
how quick hunters snatch from quivers
once you lay the bait.
you have to wonder what happens next
when you will not find me.
I, amusemaker become. Part one.
Because I have always known you, you must stop reading.
Stop trying and become desperate to pluck out every word
you didn't need. Weed the garden for fruit.
I heed the warnings but never forget the wants
ReplyDeleteSome people eat the same thing for breakfast and lunch
knowing is half the battle and I burned that white flag a long time ago
along with the hearts of fellow humans
I've been up in the whore's tower looking down
on all the men below trying to climb up, to rescue, to mock, talk me out of jumping.
The words are my bait.
Not finding but also maybe not looking-
I do not have a green thumb.