I am walking out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
And I am getting nowhere with you
And I cant let it go
And I cant get through
And the old womyn behind the pink curtains
And the closed door on the first floor
She is listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last
And both hands
I will use both hands
Oh no, dont close your eyes
I am writing graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
How hard we tried
And I am watching your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life
And the root of it all
And your bones have been my bed frame
And your flesh has been my pillow
I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the deep
With both hands
And in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
And I'm recording our history on our bedroom wall
And when we leave the land lord will come
And paint over it all
And I am walking out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
And I am getting nowhere with you
And I cant let it go
And I cant get through
And both hands
Please use both hands
Oh no, don't close your eyes
I am writing graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried...
[Disclaimer: this poetry appears on my cupboard door, has been there for long, I have no clue who the poet is, if you do then please let me know :)]
4 comments:
this is an excellent poem ... and ohh while i was reading it ... i wanted the poet to be you ... this is awesome
the difference in the usage of the same para in the start and in the end ... its just amazing how the author's mind works ... hats off
thankx for sharing ;)
Yeah I am lucky to be living in a room with such a cupboard :D
Nice poem! simple and realistic. thanks for sharing!
P.S.- this one is actually a song by Ani DiFranco.
Thank you, Silpara... Unfortunately the song wasnt sung the way I had imagined it for so long... :( Disappointed...
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