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i wish i could convince you
Folder:
x,x,x&x i am sad now
maybe my persuasive skills
are lacking
it is too bad
another ubu at home
the candle is lit
i never know what we are
i never know if i could give
you a beautiful sunset
that you would believe
if the house catches fire
leave my poems hid where
you hide them
i’m dangling like a puppet
i’m on the porch
holding the glider still
i want to make a tawdry innuendo
let’s leave it for your imagination
ramble an image you have
. . . include passion and spoons
my eyes are little flames
when you appear
every vision is new when
i get to see what you are wearing
who am i to say
don’t take my poems
actually i am having two beers
i misplaced the first
for some reason what i can’t change
is what seems to hold me tight
every once in a while
i want my daily grind to roll away
i want you to know my pleasure
is time with you
i enjoyed sitting in your yard waiting
for another one of your worlds to end
and for mine to begin
i kind of miss our secret places
when i am with you it is simple glee
of seeing a firefly
sometimes it seems like i can never
be the right person at the right time
i don’t like being lost
when i don’t kiss you
it’s way more punishment for me
i rode my bike past the flowers today
i never spend enough time with you
where is the moment where
i never let go of you
not the mental ballet i am practising now
but that tenderness of your embrace
the moment i don’t have to start
the moment you brag about a week later
i guess all this is nothing
i want to listen to too much music
i want back the kisses the last two poems
were suppose to get me
can i tell you
no one needs to know
but you are holding strings
there you go, click clack
make the spoons dance
in the dark and close
don’t think about when
it will never be anything
i wasn’t balancing my checks
too often what you think is right
i only wish i could put it in context for you
i was staring into the beautiful sun
as you talked to someone and then
another someone
and the sun was the metaphor of renior
as the artist painted a soft ochre hue
onto the porch
it was the delirious glow
of everything wonderful
that is how i feel when
i am with you
