Lovely Penguin

poetry, prose and randomness

Prelude

This is a rather cold poem, but it’s truthful in the way that it deals with trust and ignorance. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

By Marie Gordon

You could tweet like a wizard
Silky divulgences
Braiding in my humble brain
Your smooth jaded wisdom

You could sing like a sea snake
Pungent temptations
Slithered through my childish ears
The blood red beat of drums

You could howl like a vulture
Vicious revelations
Swooped over my cowered limbs
The tender meat of kings

You could hum like a Viking
Subtle brutalities
Nipping my swollen heels
The quiet rush of lust

You could sing to me cool tones
Rushing enticements
Only to shred the noose
Over my sweet blue lips

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  1. Andrei August 25th, 2009 5:46 pm

    Damn…that’s sad. I hesitate to agree that wisdom comes too late, though. Or at least that’s the way I’m reading it…

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