skip to main | skip to sidebar

Profane Slang 2

Poetry I've written. Most of it doesn't rhyme. Sorry.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

borderline

nights like these i wish i had jesus
and a boyfriend by my bed
and you to call

some biological lonliness, desperation
muddies my blood
leaves me waiting, always,
for the next step
the final truth

for that warmth i only had in childhood
that warmth i lost in my youth
Posted by Colleen at 1:31 AM

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2014 (2)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  May (1)
  • ►  2013 (2)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ►  2012 (3)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  March (1)
    • ►  February (1)
  • ►  2011 (6)
    • ►  December (3)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  August (2)
  • ▼  2010 (22)
    • ►  December (2)
    • ►  November (2)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  September (1)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  June (2)
    • ►  May (2)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  March (3)
    • ▼  February (5)
      • borderline
      • dust stormwith grit in your teeth, your eyes, your...
      • i organizei press clothesi smile using my eyes,ext...
      • congenial nightwhen the headlights and the heartac...
      • i lay down for no manand days when i reach down in...
    • ►  January (1)
  • ►  2009 (23)
    • ►  December (5)
    • ►  August (1)
    • ►  July (1)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  February (2)
    • ►  January (13)
  • Cork Sucker
  • Profane Slang