scribbles
sorry i haven’t been here
for
m o n t h s
w e e k s
d a y s
sorry i had gone
all s i l e n t
*
did i not have
any verses to w r i t e
any s t o r i e s to tell ?
i was in the process
of l i v i n g
them
blocking this
w h i t e n o i s e
inside my head
**
did i not have
any verses to w r i t e
any s t o r i e s to tell ?
/ o killing silence! /
sorry i haven’t been here
for
m o n t h s
w e e k s
d a y s
*
She yearned to become a spy yet she failed so miserably She walked the long walk and dressed in hued tones She hushed the sharp tongues and asked for bad karma For those that would play her— the good ones obeyed her Lila yearned to become a spy yet she failed so miserably She wore her dark shades, unravelled dark plots / with feline intention and birdlike precision / Yet her wings she did not want to get w e t So she’d run under cover on rainy days It was always warmer by that fireplace She yearned to become a spy— Yet she failed so miserably
under bare light you should take f l i g h t yet, change of mind— you stay b e h i n d tomorrow’s dream a written stream of conscious s e l f sublimely bored severely u n d e r w h e l m e d i want out here you won’t be n e a r bare light— take flight i want you here come back a g a i n tomorrow’s dream a written stream of conscious s e l f all blurred blue lights in fancy d r e a m s sublimely bored severely u n d e r w h e l m e d tomorrow’s dream a written stream of conscious s e l f
verse bursts exploding against your connoisseur poetic p a l a t e , barely tickling your fancy cushioned b r a i n , inebriated with wordplay, then nursing your poetic hangover back to s o b r i e t y . verse bursts exploding against your connoisseur poetic p a l a t e , always yearning for new embellished rhymes to lick and f o n d l e , distilled liqueurs wasting away in that— your vintage cellar without a n a m e , all verse— aflame, oh, such a s h a m e .
LannaZee 