untitled at 12:17 pm
Posted to Action Poetry
by hot_pink_shoe on 2003-04-23 12:20:00
i hope i don’t ever stop feeling like this
with guts twirling
around your finger and legs
shivering
in your bed
and around the rooms of my parent’s house
not mine
not mine ‘cuz this summer i’m gone
and i hope i’ll still be able to come back
and hug them
them
who twirl my guts
and fasten wings to my legs
right before they cut them off
its not like your twirling finger
this finger twirls and stirs
my loosely sewn brains
taught pulling my forehead
to pieces
but i hope i don’t ever stop feeling like this
