you can't stop
it screams your name
licks
your shoulders and
claws your back
your hips
born
claws your back
your hips
born
to the rhythm
the hook
a roadmap of your soul
your nights
the hook
a roadmap of your soul
your nights
restless
roping the wind
mining diamonds
on the sun
you stop to
roping the wind
mining diamonds
on the sun
you stop to
breathe
and all the world is
and all the world is
still
as rockets
as rockets
~
what the world needs
what the world needs
now
you tell yourself
is a good old fashioned
sweet l'il
you tell yourself
is a good old fashioned
sweet l'il
supernova
a common
a common
natural disaster
inglorious bastard
enemy
to bring us
all together
Rene ~ July 2012
Public domain image, Supernova fragment, NASA
Rene ~ July 2012
Public domain image, Supernova fragment, NASA
interesting title...it throws me from the verse a bit...i could think of a few things i would not mind keeping me up at night...the use of words nuisance though make me feel this one is not fun though...
ReplyDeleteawww but i need some sleep :)
ReplyDeletethe supernova made me sing Liz Phair the whole time. she'd love this raw worded poem, just like I did.
ReplyDelete"...as still as rockets..." and the last four lines: what hooks you cast, my dear. Ah, I may steal, possibly, if you don't mind?
ReplyDeleteThis could be interpreted many ways. To me, it's political.
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