Poetry For Everyday People
My Band
I sat on the floor
of book stores, I
love the floors of
book stores,
I just grabbed at
the poetry books,
they filled me,
words I didn't understand
melted within me,
profoundly, vocabulary
apparently is always up
for invention and I was full
of new pain.
I was serenaded, words
dated me, kissed me,
f-u-c- me, hugged me,
Keats, Lawrence, Frost,
Blake, Dickinson, Bukowski,
Hughs, Giovanni, Walker, Byron,
Poe...
our own Christmas,
here we all knew the moon
had a crush on darkness.
of book stores, I
love the floors of
book stores,
I just grabbed at
the poetry books,
they filled me,
words I didn't understand
melted within me,
profoundly, vocabulary
apparently is always up
for invention and I was full
of new pain.
I was serenaded, words
dated me, kissed me,
f-u-c- me, hugged me,
Keats, Lawrence, Frost,
Blake, Dickinson, Bukowski,
Hughs, Giovanni, Walker, Byron,
Poe...
our own Christmas,
here we all knew the moon
had a crush on darkness.
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
My Band
My Band