Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Puppy Doesn't Care

'I don't love you but I'm willing to talk'
Said my puppy as I pinched on his leash
'Only because we're going for a walk'
'Oh my' I thought, 'what a little sweet peach'

On the grass he stomped merrily about
It seemed he had forgotten my concerns
Suddenly he turned and gave me a shout
'You can talk now while I pee in the ferns'

'Okay' I said and grabbed a lock of hair
'It's just..I can't live for you anymore...
No not like this, not if I have to share
You loved her first and you still love her more'

My puppy laughed as I sunk to the ground
He didn't blink; I went mad at the sound

Haunted Dream

Before the morning had taken over
My dreams dwindled down til just one remained
My wrist moved and pulled tighter the cover
While the night fled as its darkness was drained

Back to the fold of the dream ever there
Who only deigned appear as the last one
It must have come from deep but if so where?
Something left in me, something never done

I walk into a room where they don't wait
For me because they know I am coming
Though never once at my initiate
Then they all face me as if I'm becoming....

Each one is there I should be at peace
But something haunts me, why won't it just cease?