You used to talk a lot.
Endlessly amble through words,
kicking pebbles of random thought
and stomp upon my objections.
Your legs were laced with gossip
curvy details of muscles and sin,
I had often held in my hands
new born rumors of your making.
You used to talk a lot.
Time trod like unwanted calf
while your stories milked the past
to exact each sigh and each laugh.
Your hair fell like curtains
but your voice rose beyond them
and even after leaving your room
my head buzzed with your hum.
You used to talk a lot.
So many words, so little meaning,
and who could have known
and who could have thought
what lies you were concealing.
Talk talk talk, talking machine
where where where have you been
what lays tacit in your bosom
a new episode or an amour's blossom
an oath against him,
a sneer against her,
or a new charade preluded
by a tactful whisper.
Talk talk talk, talking machine
what what what have you been doing
watering a miasma with your lies
tending tears in crocodile eyes
how long will your defenses last
future is full of the failures of the past
all the rumors of your making
will require your constant stirring.
Talk talk talk talking machine
won't you say say say say something?
O, how I used to love your talk,
and you used to talk a lot.
Endlessly amble through words,
kicking pebbles of random thought.
Finished in May 07
Stated in 2005? or 06?
3 comments:
simple and pure !
something very nice to read after a long time.
Especially liked "how long will your defenses last
future is full of the failures of the past"
:)
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Sat, 2007-05-26 23:03 — Vivek
:) Every ex-girlfriend is comic
and talking machines are no different:)
It is a strange poem with weird metaphors and mixed feelings. I found it in a bunch of discarded poems written years back. What seems so funny to you, resulted in few angry outbursts from some people who took it seriously, imagining I wrote it about them:)
Anyway, whatever entertains serves its purpose. Thanks LL:)
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Mon, 2007-05-28 10:23 — La Louve New
:)
Smiling
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Sat, 2007-05-26 15:52 — La Louve
Your legs were laced with
Your legs were laced with gossip
now this really cracked me up! is this poem supposed to be funny? i sorta found it so.. maybe faux pas from me, but then those metaphors were too funny…
Time trod like unwanted calf
while your stories milked the past
to exact each sigh and each laugh.
unwanted calf?? calf of the leg or the animal calf? merde, i am cutting your poem into pieces.
If you meant the animal, i cant imagine how it can be unwanted?!
Please do not be angry with me, Vivek.
it was fun reading the poem Smiling
LL
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