civil

By a.lesser.thing

Thu, 09 May 2013
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2 comments
 

hurricanes hurry
along their day, to
get to the office and
get home to make a
scotch malt and
kick back with
the hunny

tornadoes dance
away at the ballet
so they can afford
that nice watch for
their beloved's birthday

typhoons kiss
those which nobody
will look at, and though
their work is not accredited
they return, day after day
and sweep the ocean off
of its feet.

like this, i
couple sadness,
and while you
do not notice it,
it's nibbling at my
neck, breathing
against my ear and
telling me all the things
that i never wanted to hear.

and we, the citizens
on the crosswalk, we
ignore the accompanied,
and even the alone; mastering
the trade of staring forward without
ever making contact.

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Comments

Submitted by littleditty on
this is very good - typhoons steal it, great verse, and the end verse is lonely? big city, eyes down or straight ahead feeling of alienation - and all that purposefulness, there it is, also, in wilfully not 'ever making contact', hurricanes running home to hunny, tornadoes off to the jewellers! like this, i could sadness, not noticed, nibbling at my neck, (it's) breathing against my ear and telling me all the things that i never wanted to hear. just ideas..thinking about a tricky verse..

 

Submitted by a.lesser.thing on
Ah, I totally made a typo there. 'like this, i could sadness, (...)' should be 'like this, i couple sadness, (...)' Fixing it now. Fuzzy day for me, considering all the packing/traveling/unease 'cause of being in the car with family so long.