what i can remember
by badwine&cheapboo
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-12 21:12:00
it was after dinner
you were talking to me as the swings went back and forth,
hypnotizing love toys
such a way to ease the stomach
you spoke, i listened
occationally gesturing with my eyes
things seemed to be well
as well as i could imagine
but there were thoughts brewing in my head
a stew being cooked by wild witches
each with a wooden spoon, circling my mind
with ideas, worries, and when the right time would be to lean in.