You walk through the door
Grey Matter.
And then promptly walk out
Grey Matter.
My arm reaches out
Grey Matter.
To the remote,
not him.
TV comes on. Grey static.
Not anymore
Grey matter, you are not the boss of me.
Tag Archive: thoughts
Who will accept me?
Who will accept me?
I am tainted
In a society which hails
Purity.
Will a man come forward
And say yes,
I will take you
I don’t care the beds
You’ve been in.
Come and share
Mine?
You. Perfect Man.
Yes. You.
With your killing charms
And chocolate eyes.
Roaming hands
And deepest dimples.
Sensitive ear
and licorice stubble.
Your grace of voice
And brandy intoxication.
Arching my back to you
Has never been so pleasurable.
The candlelight never so whimsical.
Careful stoke
Slightest touch
Drawling whisper
Stopped time.
Yes. You. Come.
Take it. Take my
Hand.
The swirl of colours sequinnes heels wafts of expensive perfume
Muted red lights blending the corners of the picture
Women talking non stop, martini’s in hand.
I stand with a joint in mine.
Just for kicks.
My converse heels smack dab on the ground
While my mind flies.
Nothing matters in this moment.
I love you more than life itself.
Take me home?
Rain on skin
Cold on warm
Drenching clothes and hair
Upward glance to the sky
shafts of light pierce the clouds
God watches grey people in
grey cars…
Thinking grey thoughts…
impeccable grey hair.
She laughs in the rain
a
swirl of colour
a blob of dye in a
structured world.
The pot pourrie of words
talked everyday
Dead flowers
Gossip of others
Tougues are grey
Women with open arms
are gone to women of legs
Childhood lost to the dregs
What a mess
…
Song’s over. Silence. Only shufflings of paperwork. Music gives the little push a creative mind needs. The poetry an externality of a tired mind. So very tired sometimes..
