Tuesday, November 20, 2007

that curiously, bizarre thing

You. You, sir.
You are of a curious sort.
The kind I cannot seem to understand
No matter how hard I try
Or [how hard] you laugh[!]
Or how much is said
You curious thing; notion in my mind
The kind I cannot seem to understand
Stay that Way.
Do not change.
Display poorly crafted art
Shyly.
You curiously, perplexing being,
That I cannot seem to understand.
Stay that Way.
I do not want to build a
White, picket fence around
You.
Or my
Curiously, bizarre, misunderstanding heart.

2 comments:

Jenelle said...

Kazoo, triangle, guitar, piano. Pick one. I need you to sing these things.

In love with lousy poetry said...

Can I have you at my house? Can we journey to different stores with vitamin water and listen to music we love?