Poetry

I begged you to stop
as i asked you to
touch me one more time
everyday and you were beautiful
but so much was changing everynight
looking at you still naked
standing fully clothed
i could not see a way to get away
could not kiss you every morning
while deep inside i knew of nothing
that should ever make me stay
but you were there and beautiful
what i needed to have and hold
i just didn't listen
while you didn't say goodbye

-enola-

it's just a testament to my obscurity
how i can stand in a room full of people
i've known for all this time
and they just go walking right by me
and i can speak and they don't care
my voice is sort of like
cars going by the window in the night
that you learn to ignore
or lunatics in town square
who shout all day long and no one
hears them anymore
and i can change my voice
or get some of those funny glasses
with the eyebrows and that big nose
and dance around backwards
on the edge of a knife
when ideas are dull and nobody
smiles back
like we're all trading pain back and forth
it's mine today it's yours tomorrow
somehow we fall down without a word
never recalling that blizzard
of cardboard souls
twirling off the towers
and landing on the
flowers

brent

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