Saturday, July 4, 2009

drunk poet I: scatterplot

so you feel
and then you fall
hit your face
into the wall
so you're drunk
and then you think
you can make
something good
bring this urge
and let's talk
about ilusions...
so, little man
you've got the world
on your hands
and, then
it slips
into the hips
of some woman
and you then see
the misbelief
in your own grip
and you'll trip
about her lips
feels like a kid
with all his bricks
through the floor
your plot is all lost

you'll get that
there was no way
to nail
no way to make
this turn
to your favor
and then you grow
to lose control
once again

1 comment:

Marinela said...

An inspiring write!!