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White memory loss
This is the last line for tonight.
My emotions are not in line with my needs.
Should I sniff it now or should I leave it for tomorrow?
As the Lord and my mother would say
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
My friend has just jumped from the window and I’m so upset,
he left it open and the wind blew my shit away.
Now it’s all mixed with the grains of dust
and his untold goodbye
People are screaming, I hear them crying,
why they just don’t shut up!
I need a line, I know he had more in his pocket
fucking idiot, why he jumped without leaving me the stuff!
I ware my dress, red wine with dark stripes, maybe black,
I fix my hair and make up my cheeks
I look healthy now or maybe blue.
I run to him, he is surrounded of many freaks
with families and kids,
they look my feet, I have no shoes,
I slapped him once and took his shorts
left him naked like he left me,
his small dick will be the front page of all papers tomorrow
he always wanted to be famous the selfish cunt.
I go back to my flat, me, my rat and the pockets of the dead,
there was nothing in there “look better” I said to myself
and there it was, a beautiful feminine line
dressed like winter -sunny outside and cloudy inside- ,
this is the last of the last
I’ll obey the Lord, I’ll obey my mom
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
My emotions are not in line with my needs.
Should I sniff it now or should I leave it for tomorrow?
As the Lord and my mother would say
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
My friend has just jumped from the window and I’m so upset,
he left it open and the wind blew my shit away.
Now it’s all mixed with the grains of dust
and his untold goodbye
People are screaming, I hear them crying,
why they just don’t shut up!
I need a line, I know he had more in his pocket
fucking idiot, why he jumped without leaving me the stuff!
I ware my dress, red wine with dark stripes, maybe black,
I fix my hair and make up my cheeks
I look healthy now or maybe blue.
I run to him, he is surrounded of many freaks
with families and kids,
they look my feet, I have no shoes,
I slapped him once and took his shorts
left him naked like he left me,
his small dick will be the front page of all papers tomorrow
he always wanted to be famous the selfish cunt.
I go back to my flat, me, my rat and the pockets of the dead,
there was nothing in there “look better” I said to myself
and there it was, a beautiful feminine line
dressed like winter -sunny outside and cloudy inside- ,
this is the last of the last
I’ll obey the Lord, I’ll obey my mom
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
Published 15th Jan 2016
| Edited 16th Jan 2016
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15th Jan 2016 2:10pm
Thank you!
I wanted to transmit the image and the movement of the poem. Saying something sad, in a funny way. But the meaning is deeply sad...
Nice meeting you here :)
I wanted to transmit the image and the movement of the poem. Saying something sad, in a funny way. But the meaning is deeply sad...
Nice meeting you here :)
15th Jan 2016 9:04pm
16th Jan 2016 1:18pm
Thank you dear! Glad you liked it :)))
I'm experimenting stuff on my writing lately and it's interesting.
love xxxx
I'm experimenting stuff on my writing lately and it's interesting.
love xxxx
