a waste

[beanpoophead]

My skin stretched out
lean left leg going up and down
the white stretch marks
on my already to tanned skin
obviously fake because
it hasn’t been summer in saskatchewan
for long enough to be like this

comfortable in my living room
walking around in my underwear
gazing out on this clouded day
the warm weather seeps in
and holds me

laying in my white bed
naked in my own skin, clothes are wastes
I’ve been a waste for far to long
its hot in here, with the windows open
letting in the traffic of across the street
a construction crew constructs something
and im waiting for someone to call me
call me on the telephone and ask me
what im doing this evening
and if I want to get drunk

but I think I’ll just sit here
watching the sun set again and again
I love how when I look out my window
all I can see is sky, sweet, sweet sky
its like im floating between here
and tomorrow, who knows what will be tomorrow
I never ask questions that don’t have answers
like the one I asked above

so here I am, so here I am
I only ask people to take me as I am
to wait for me while I walk barefoot and naked
hot, and cold, and icey, yet so filled with spirit
I’ll embrace this saskatchewan summer
and let the heat warm the soul
that always seems to be brought down in winter

and I am not a waste.

 

[Jert]

I like this poem B-p-h. It has three really nice qualities: a) its about regular/mundane stuff, but is intresting, which isn't easy to do b) it seems real honest and true -- which is so important c) simple yet effective language using specifics that construct good images oh yeah and d) anything about saskatchewan summers is cool in my book. Good stuff!

 

[cherub]

I always love your straight from the belt kinda writting... nice work darlin!

 

[ev0l]

a construction crew constructs something

i really like this line