I'm sorry, pretty lady, I don't want a part in this decline. I feel heavy sorrow and the weight of the tears you've cried. The look you cast upon the ground breaks my heart, and the unrelenting guilt of yelling loud. Chewing my pen and smiling your way and offering a body languaged "I'm sorry." I haven't done a wrong tonight, but I haven't done anything, I guess. A bang and crash and fuck off, and I sit in awe that this had to be. We're all really delicious drunk, but that's what keeps us laughing. It's early or late or whatever you decide, & maybe we should go, but it's a matter of our rights. I was waiting for nothing to say, so just walk away with a curse to send us off. Thanks a lot, for the understanding. You make the picture and I'll hang it over the void in our wall. Just laughing, laughing, laughing, and going into the morning. Like we should be! Mindless and alive, floating down a river of wine into abyss. Yelling through the night, at a pillar of hippie light burnt out, and wondering why. Why, why, why, and why? I'm sorry, pretty girl, for the anger and the shout, and the things we all do when we're grooving on the booze. I'm sorry for our accusations, our theories and fears, our insinuations. I'm sorry I'll never catch the seeds you'll plant at the shores of great oceans. Crazy, raging, and full of life, remember us as excited souls.
. "The look you cast upon the ground breaks my heart, and the unrelenting guilt of yelling loud" wow....
I don't know if it's because this is the kind of scene I faced more times than I care to admit, but it doesn't get old to me. Especially when it's done well, and I can feel this one. You executed this wonderfully. It's raw, passionate, kinda conflicting, a little sarcastic... it's real. I enjoyed mucho!
Greenschism and fulmah, thank you immensley for your comments. This poem came from a very negative situation, which I feel I was able to turn in to something positive, poetic, raw, and yes, a little sarcastic. I'm so glad you were able to enjoy this piece. Insanejester, what exactly is the reason behind calling me an "apologetic cat-calling male"??? Because of the line "I'm sorry, pretty lady"??? Hardly fair. That line came from seeing a female friend of mine (and yes, a very pretty one) in emotional turmoil over a personal issue that was unfolding that night, which was the very motivation for this poem in the first place. It's not as if I was trying to call her on, or anything. The term "pretty lady" is hardly a cat call. I found your comment to be rude and offensive. Please don't jump to such conclusions.
wow, awesome. i love the structure as well as the content.. the words flow even broken up like they are. yeah, i like it.
Sorry jester, I didn't mean to get all upset over it, it was just the way you phrased your comment. I sort of took it as almost a sarcastic shot at me, or something. Sorry for the misunderstanding, man. Thanks to you also, lily dear.
