Underwater (Hand In Hand) (4/30/2015)
Hold your breath
And hold my hand.
Because underwater,
We go.
Hold me in your arms,
With the hands
That you
Were given for this.
Drown with me
In the waters
Of our lonely tears
That no longer fall.
Because now
That we are us,
There is no
Just your or me.
No longer alone,
We swim
Hand in hand
In our past sadnesses.
"People-Watching" (4/30/2015)
I like to "people-watch".
For example,
The ones you see
Walking on the sidewalk.
Ever wonder
What their story is?
Why are they out biking
In the middle of the night?
What's with that look on their face?
What song is that they're lip-syncing?
Well, to tame my wild mind,
I like to pretend I know everything about them.
Like the petite woman,
Speed-walking in a bright pink tracksuit.
After two kids, she can't fit
Into her favourite blue jeans anymore.
Her office job allows little time to visit the gym,
And her husband complains
That she spends too much money on clothes
Anyway.
Or the man carrying
A plastic bag
Marked 'Kwik Trip'.
His hair is greasy,
His peachfuzz unshaved.
His girlfriend cheated on him
With the man he thought
Was his best friend.
But what about the little boy
Following his obviously-distressed mother?
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Peacock
PoesiaA collection of my poetry by month. Read from end to beginning by dates; sorry! This is the first book in the collection. 1/5/2015-5/11/2015 126 days 389 poems
