|View single post by lostsocks|
|Posted: Thu Oct 2nd, 2008 08:22 pm||
|I seek the depths for words to frame
The hate I hold you in
When all the time, it would be described best
By shoving a spanner so far up your arse, that it knocked out your teeth
I factory-farm the dictionary in vain
To speak of my love for you
But my heart keeps saying:
"Bend her over the nearest table"
A million searing stabbing agonising words for pain
And not one official spelling of AARRRGGGHHH
Sometimes people let luscious lexicons levitate and enthrone their souls,
Sometimes we dress things up in a lot of bollocks to stop people seeing a monkey wearing a crown.
Sometimes words fail, but be thankful
Because actions often fail too.
A poet is someone who knows a lot about how the world would look
If he had created it