I Am So
I am so down, so down
that I feel almost optimistic
From the deepest dark corner of it
a million light years away
That voice keeps coming and coming
to tickle me, tackle me
suffocating me
I feel so sick, so sick, so sick of it
that I am almost happy
You were so pretty, so pretty
The sweetest thing I have ever kissed
a million eons ago
on the street
outside the ancient Forbidden City
We kissed, we giggled, and we wiggled
And we kissed more
We were so almost happy
It was all so pretty, so pretty, and so so
realistic
that we could not ignore
It was all so real, so real
So unrealistically real
and so ridiculously a thrill
that it all seem really not so long ago
when you put the time on hold
and said
Behold
We are for real
Then, gradually, you're gone
fading into the oblivion
while your voice lingers on
Behold Behold
We are for real
I feel so sick so sick
and so tickled of it
that I am almost happy
And so tickled...
2 comments:
aloha
it is an interesting whimsical piece that is almost musical to the ear and suggests the sing songing of children talking rhymes while jumping rope. it also has the sound of one of our more famous woman poets and i can hear her voice but can not get her name... i have the collected poets of 20th century on my iPod compliments of a friend of mine... so often I hear the voice "but don't know the name." But she is a famous 20th century poet.
"it was all so pretty, so pretty, and so so realistic that we could not ignore"
O'
It was all so real, so real so unrealistically real
and so ridiculously a thrill ... "
I will find the voice.
good one my friend...
dolphid
that ooshy sound like noise like voice and like music sometimes just keeps ringing in my ear and never quits... like some ancient tune, with an amplified tone, it just keeps coming and tickling me, all the way to the realm of the fantasyland. almost. thank you for your approval. mahalo.
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