Friday, November 24, 2006

friday is the new thursday.

due to an "aura" migraine
yesterday
i am posting late for poetry thursday,
i am also
prompt-less
as finding a poetry reading where i live
would be difficult feat to manage
(to say the very least)

so.

here is an old one
written when i was in a different frame of mind...


you kissed me like a fiend
on your couch of lies-
and i beleived all of your deception
the beautiful untruths
i've grown to despise
one acid kiss and i fall prey-
victim to your whims
puppet in your play
and you call me destructive.

6 comments:

Deb R said...

I like the poem!!

I hope you're feeling better today.

mareymercy said...

Ew - sorry about the migraine. I used to get those all the time - auras and all.

Jessie said...

ouch. are you feeling better?

old poem or not, like always, your poetry paints pictures that are easily imagined. i especially liked the last line for some reason. subtle, yet strongly said.

Anonymous said...

nfantastic!!

Anonymous said...

I loved beautiful untruths. Very nice ring....

Unknown said...

whoa that's a powerful one!