You say-that is to say
My heart says it wants to hear a song.
But that's not altogether true
It wants to be raptured to a moment a feeling a memory
And with my singular drachma to beseech that Hallowed ferry man
To sail me my dead immortal heart far away from the land of the living
And to a world of dreams and phantasies
Where with the price of a nickel I can escape.
Funny how our hearts don't require reality they require fairytales
Oh if only I could get my heart to be faithful
To the truth.
Then I would never love two women again
And what a fairytale that would be.
YOU ARE READING
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
