Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
you confused me with your lack of severity
your etherial simple words float through me like specters of conversation past
I hunt
your my prey
for words actions deeds
You prefer the light conversation
forgetting descriptive verbs and sentence structure in general
i enjoy the deep mentation, of soul forged through the hubris of human condition
The look on your face when i said that
did this
looked left instead of right leaving you in head scratch-ville
Whats your deal i can read across your face
It seems your anxiety leaves you only in text masseging
when your witty, charming, even daring flirtatious
out maneuvering me
making me bite my nails in anticipation.
But in person im confused
i become this rambling phenomenom
trying to make you laugh as if my soul depended on it
and perhaps it does
you make me,
like a drunken vagabon spewing forth forceful explicatives
because he cant help it.
your like my terrets, saying what the fuck
why did i just say that.
I felt comfortable last night but then again i can feel comfortable on a bed of glass given the proper circumstances.
I feel as if im an undertaker digging to find meaning from the seemingly simple provocations you enlist.
the more i unearth the more i bury
until im left talking to remnants who cant talk back
a reflection of me filtering you
my forced opinions weighted words that interrupt
and scream clawing at you, like a gentle mauling
looking for resolution
for an escape.
When your tired
and the night wears on your interrupt is broken
your barriers have chinks in the armor
and you spill out, unbidden, pure steven
in concentrate form
with complete sentences and witty humor funny accents and pointed commentary.
Your you finally and this is when i like you best
the soul, stripped naked, laying bare for all to see
caring less if judgement be passed
caring more for the moment.
thanks.
your etherial simple words float through me like specters of conversation past
I hunt
your my prey
for words actions deeds
You prefer the light conversation
forgetting descriptive verbs and sentence structure in general
i enjoy the deep mentation, of soul forged through the hubris of human condition
The look on your face when i said that
did this
looked left instead of right leaving you in head scratch-ville
Whats your deal i can read across your face
It seems your anxiety leaves you only in text masseging
when your witty, charming, even daring flirtatious
out maneuvering me
making me bite my nails in anticipation.
But in person im confused
i become this rambling phenomenom
trying to make you laugh as if my soul depended on it
and perhaps it does
you make me,
like a drunken vagabon spewing forth forceful explicatives
because he cant help it.
your like my terrets, saying what the fuck
why did i just say that.
I felt comfortable last night but then again i can feel comfortable on a bed of glass given the proper circumstances.
I feel as if im an undertaker digging to find meaning from the seemingly simple provocations you enlist.
the more i unearth the more i bury
until im left talking to remnants who cant talk back
a reflection of me filtering you
my forced opinions weighted words that interrupt
and scream clawing at you, like a gentle mauling
looking for resolution
for an escape.
When your tired
and the night wears on your interrupt is broken
your barriers have chinks in the armor
and you spill out, unbidden, pure steven
in concentrate form
with complete sentences and witty humor funny accents and pointed commentary.
Your you finally and this is when i like you best
the soul, stripped naked, laying bare for all to see
caring less if judgement be passed
caring more for the moment.
thanks.
