Bottle cap flick, spin, I've been
up to no good god
but what would it matter?
I'm my own, my goddess
not weightless just yet
— let's talk about it later? —
I'd love to take a trip, with you
in the front seat, but god
I'm not ready yet, however much
I'm trying to win this race
my legs -they're not quite long enough
to be leader of the pack
and all that.
god, you've got it all wrong about me,
I don't love you just yet
and you don't love me like you think you do
let's give it some time, yeah?
Bottle cap flick, spin, I've been
up to nothing good god
you should know.
(7th October 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
