The Shakes: A series of meaningless poetry.
by Whiskeybarx27 on February 25, 20081.
My legs twitch
involentarily
when you sit
this close to
me.
A useless attempt
at focusing
all of my energy into
controlong their
subtle movements
leaves me feeling awkward
and self conscious.
I wonder if you notice.
You probably do.
I wonder if
it happends to you.
2.
Semi-truck,
get away from me.
we are doing 84 miles per hour
and its pure pavement as far as Eye can see.
I am helpless.
and I cannot cease to envision
your desicion
to change lanes.
Help! you haven' t sold all of your blindspots just yet!
as we topple over
like a Matchbox car.
this all passes through my head
in the course of a milisecond.
A shiver of
the electric kind
is sent down
my crooked spine.
Wake up, Starshine, it was only a dream.
3.
The flawless breath.
Smooth and swift
just as I was taught
As your head begins deflating.
We all like to
feel numb
from time to time.
Mostly to see
if we still feel
anything at all.
All of the sudden I
find no comfort.
Everyone's mouths begin
spewing jibberish just as
everyones ears malfunction.
It is difficult to find
light.
Nearly impossible.
I keep dropping
the match.
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