poems from the past {#2}
Mosquito
i’m your nervous twitch
the scratch that just won’t heal.
smother me with antiseptic.
i’m the bug bite on your elbow
the clouds in your vast blue sky.
tell the weatherman he was wrong.
i’m the blister on your heel
a papercut on your tongue.
easily avoidable, easily forgotten.
you’ll love me accidentally
as you trip and scrape your knee.
i’m the voice you’ll never hear.
burned toast-
rotten apple-
the frostbite on your toes.
if you don’t think, you can’t remember
but I’ll always be there to annoy;
too insane.
i’m your nervous twitch.
Damn dude, this one is good. The things you say you are… they’re well thought out. Subtle, painful, impure, unlasting. It makes me sad that you felt these things, but impressed that you put it together so well.
Comment by Megan — October 12, 2006 @ October 12, 2006 at 8:06 pm