Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Consonants and Vowels

The brain turns to mush
Like congealed alphabet soup
She reached for an R or G
But only grasped a dot for an I, and a cross for a T

Muddling through the orange sea
While dying inside, yearning for green
Unpopular at best, but it doesn't seem to matter
For in the end, it's up to some other man

A soft and tender yet grating voice
Erupts from between two thinly parted lips
As if they were holding back a torrential storm
That's taken cover in the cheek

Words threaten to jump out
At the first opportunity
But careful tactics
Bestow the speaker with prestige

A falsehood, perhaps
Or a neater picture of reality
It's really all the same
You are what you eat

Exiting Monotony

I open my mouth
You turn your back

Heeding good advice,
Not even an option

Gale force winds
Topple me over

It seems an eternity,
Until suddenly it ends

You need me now,
But I'm far, far away

Dusting myself off,
And running for the door