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Post by Plath on Sept 20, 2012 19:33:07 GMT
The Arrival of the Bee Box
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it was the coffin of a midget Or a square baby Were there not such a din in it.
The box is locked, it is dangerous. I have to live with it overnight And I can't keep away from it. There are no windows, so I can't see what is in there. There is only a little grid, no exit.
I put my eye to the grid. It is dark, dark, With the swarmy feeling of African hands Minute and shrunk for export, Black on black, angrily clambering.
How can I let them out? It is the noise that appalls me most of all, The unintelligible syllables. It is like a Roman mob, Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!
I lay my ear to furious Latin. I am not a Caesar. I have simply ordered a box of maniacs. They can be sent back. They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.
I wonder how hungry they are. I wonder if they would forget me If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree. There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades, And the petticoats of the cherry.
They might ignore me immediately In my moon suit and funeral veil. I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me? Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.
The box is only temporary.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 3, 2012 9:45:48 GMT
My words are lazy My thoughts are hazy But this is one thing I'm sure of Everybody needs a best friend I'm happy I'm yours
You got a double Who brings you trouble And though you're better without me Everybody needs a best friend I'm happy I'm yours
A fool could see decidedly That you're a ten and I'm a three A royal breed is what you need So how did you come to be stuck with a bummer like me?
Oh you got a head full of someone dreadful But how that someone adores you Everybody needs a best friend I'm happy I'm yours
A fool could see decidedly That you're a ten and I'm a three A royal breed is what you need So how did you come to be stuck with a bummer like me?
Oh you got a head full of someone dreadful And yet at last that someone adores you Everybody needs a best friend I'm happy I'm yours
I'm just a clown And I'll bring you down But you just don't care 'Cause your best friend is me
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Sept 27, 2014 16:58:08 GMT
And I sing songs about the past. How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass, Cause I didn't care. About going to school.
And I saw the look in her eyes. My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had wanted to go, Just to prove them wrong.
I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen, Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
And I sing songs about my friends. The way we grew up, and all the lose ends we used to laugh, Cause we didn't give a damn.
And I saw the look in my brother's eyes, When I told him I was leaving he couldn't help but despise me. He's wanted out his whole life.
I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen, Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
And I sing songs about the past.
I plead for relief, This town won't receive All the things that I want. The things that I need.
And I'll beg and I'll beg. I'm down on my knees. Mama, oh mama, Let me please leave
I plead for relief. This town won't receive, All the things that I want. The things that I need.
All I ever wanted was love.
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