Thursday, April 2, 2009

I Write Short Poems

Red roses/pink hibiscus,
Blossoming happily in front of us,
Flowers in bloom, a brilliant hue,
As my thoughts wander right back to you.

Oh ringing cellphone, silently beeping,
Beckoning me to answer your call,
I feel your pulsation, your buttons shining,
But at the moment I just can't get out of the fucking thing.

The table of gathering, orange in colour,
Elderly statesmen sit around and discuss,
I gaze at the ceiling as time moves slower,
I sit and I squirm, I fidget, I cuss.

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