don’t say a word…

cracked laughter

consequential questions
& she wants breakfast
on the road. my real name
is too heavy,
heavier than i can
carry so call me
anything you want.

i could be flame orange,
a fire reaching for
your cigarette; after
the first tear falls,
you’ll think back on
my laughter you could
feel but not hear.

even if i had a name,
it wouldn’t matter; can
it buy milk & eggs or
light your way through
the dark? those pretty
eyes are asking
questions no other part
of you wants answered.

i got no time for girls who
don’t do poetry or poets
& when i smile at rejection
doctrinaire it’ll be all you
can do not to wanna
know why. those are
temporary thoughts;
not much to learn
‘cept how it ends.

inconsequential talking;
literary addicts scribble
replies while driving down
highways looking for
preset plans to come
true. i got music & words
ain’t nobody heard
outside of fantasy &
i’m ready to share.

300 miles from
a district cop &
she thinks she’s lettin’
her imagination run wild;
i can’t tell if she knows
it’s really my
wild imagination
runnin’ free.

——————————————–

Because there are still some girls out there insisting on poems about them and them alone! Too lascivious? (How was that again BTL? Did I read that right? lol) Thanks for the inspiration. Giving a daydreamer something to daydream about is like giving a junkie the keys to the pharmacy.

Happy New Year everyone. Try not to look in the wrong direction. You might miss it.

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7 Responses to “don’t say a word…”

  1. Scent of my heart Says:

    i got no time for girls who
    don’t do poetry or poets … I liked this line, reminded me of something else I heard recently …
    Happy New Year to you too, anything you wish, let it be yours and only.

    • Thanks kindly and back atcha! Hope the holiday time was good for you, and glad to hear from you! Have a great 2011, best of luck & remember to make your wish as well!

      crb.

      • Scent of my heart Says:

        I’ve made my wish already, waiting for midnight to share it with the spirit of the new year … will read more of your posts when I’m back in Athens … be well!

  2. aha

    what a poem about time…

    especially the girls part was cunning

  3. “Giving a daydreamer something to daydream about is like giving a junkie the keys to the pharmacy.”

    Not a word…hmmmmmmm thank you! lol

    well just a few…lol…I totally enjoyed the ride after this…

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