People, rise to the occasion:
I’m a little off-beat
I swear the newness of the morn
Shimmied in my teeth
And the best way - I swore - being
all it takes
If I could taste a bit of the blissing cake
Hold me from dusk to dawn -
That’s when I shiver most -
I need a touch of reality – Truth – and
the Holy Ghost
"That’s when I shiver most -"
ReplyDeleteYou know who that reminds me of right...?
:D
COLDPLAAAYYYY!!!!!
Though the poem, has a TS Eliot feel to it. Especially the line 'if i could taste a bit of the blissing cake', reminds me of Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, the line where he whines about being a loner-socialite amongst all the women, drinking their tea.
arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhh!!!!!!
ReplyDeletewarmwork can kiss my ever-lovin' arsenic and old lace.
i was thinking more along the lines of e. dickinson again. though ts eliot is a bit of an influence, i don't think i could be compared to him favorably. i don't even know sanskrit.