Untitled
(published
in Voices Under The Guise of Darkness Vol. 2 - May 2001)
i've
got a cat who's not into catnip.
i've
got a great waiter but nothing to tip.
i've
got more baggage than a 747.
i'm
the kind of girl who never learns her lessons.
i've
got broken parts that need more than some oil.
i've
got 58 cents and a ball of tin foil.
i've
got some doubt in my head
and
some conscience in my pocket.
i've
got electricity but no bulbs for the sockets.
am
i losing my grip
or
looking for something to fear?
am
i losing my mind
or
just looking for something to be real?
am
i losing myself in the
lack
of
action.
i
could use some distraction
a
pick me up, kick me down, rip-roarin' time.
i
could use some attraction
to
keep me from losin' my mind.
i
could use someone crazy
to
kiss for hours or days.
i
could use someone's craving
an
addiction to sate.
I
could use just a
taste
of
you.
i've
got questions in my backpack and guilt on the range.
i've
got confusion in paintings and yearning on stage.
i'm
still crawling through the desert,
dreaming
of the oasis of you,
so
i might drink you in like
gin
to
my
plush
lips.
drink
you in
swallow
you
into
the
gravity
of
these hips.
but
what would you be having?
©
2000 monica s. kuebler
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