goldfish gaze II
what can she be talkin about i think
this girl who left with not so much as a blink
for nawlins
nueva york
hawaii
parts unknown
she is askin me for advice?
i love a man who does not completely fullfill me and maybe no man can or possibly it isnt something anyone can do for anyone else
so i left the fuckin country
yeah it was a plan in the making forever and a day but really
gotta wonder sometimes
if in the end it was just
a form of escape
and i only ever seem to love girls who i love actually
and so cannot seem to hold too tight
or keep them close bye
but laugh as they sparkle and swim away
like you Mel
fins and feathers and those features those eyes that skin
brushed with moonlight
i was just some clumsy kid dripping snot and tears leaving a visible trace in the air and i
still am
dunno baby
just dunno
waitin for the sky to fall over here
or to feel that i really actually am sure about any one little thing
anything at all
this girl who left with not so much as a blink
for nawlins
nueva york
hawaii
parts unknown
she is askin me for advice?
i love a man who does not completely fullfill me and maybe no man can or possibly it isnt something anyone can do for anyone else
so i left the fuckin country
yeah it was a plan in the making forever and a day but really
gotta wonder sometimes
if in the end it was just
a form of escape
and i only ever seem to love girls who i love actually
and so cannot seem to hold too tight
or keep them close bye
but laugh as they sparkle and swim away
like you Mel
fins and feathers and those features those eyes that skin
brushed with moonlight
i was just some clumsy kid dripping snot and tears leaving a visible trace in the air and i
still am
dunno baby
just dunno
waitin for the sky to fall over here
or to feel that i really actually am sure about any one little thing
anything at all
posted by Rachel R. @ 10:24 AM
4 Comments:
At 2:59 PM,
papamamba said…
damn spammers.
mad two posts. when you know how you feel then you know how you want to feel then you can figure it out.
Go on, explore it...
At 7:03 PM,
Jeff Pollet said…
it's tough to comment on your poems without coming across as either trite or obsequious, or both; and yet, the words really have an effect, and as such sort of demand response.
That sense of not being sure about any thing at all? I've been there. I sort of visit that place daily, these days. I have my own little chair and coffee mug there, and they say my name when I walk in. Which isn't to say it's a comfortable place.
Wish you well in dealin with being there at the moment.
At 11:18 AM,
Jennifer said…
nice comment jeff, coffee mug. nice.
rach, im feelin you.
At 12:22 PM,
Rachel R. said…
yeah i dug the coffee mug too..kinda like cheers but with coffee
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