A strong woman,
maybe you aren't so
creepy after all.
Your voice is deep,
and fuzzy like static.
It almost sounds nice
abovethe din of the
faking-it-to-make-it
guests trying to sell themselves
and their pieces.
I can see the unasked
question in your eyes
as you
lean against the wall.
I see no point in lying to you.
"You guessed right, this isn't
my usual cup of tea.
I prefer brandy, actually."
I hold up my empty cup.
Our lead vocalist dragged me,
he fancies himself a poet
and thought I might benefit from
others' creativity.
"Be a gentleman, and
share a drink with me?"
The words spill out uncensored.
It was doomed to be along night,
I should at least try
and
have fun,
right?
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PuisiYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
