Puds & Poetry
This Guy
Might you just kiss the sky
Wonder why
With wonderment wandering away
With allegories telling your tale
With no one speaking your frail name
You’d be neurotic if you weren’t insane
You’d be a mountain if you weren’t so plane
You’d be decisive if you weren’t so lame
You’d be derailed if you weren’t a train
You’d be confused of how you’re playing
Reluctantly vain
Might you just kiss the sky
Misspoken lie
In these minutes, hours pass faster
Harassed her harmony
Hardened cacophony, murder kissed
I’d be a gold ring on a bloody wrist
I’d be a smelly man within a lift
I’d be a junction wherein no one lives
I’d be a tourist on the river Styx
I’d stay embedded in a paraplegics fist
Decipher this
Be able, my narcissistic love
Incapacitated via heartbeats
Run away
And kiss the sky
