Bug Eyes
If I could be a human on the wall
I'd tell it all
I'd tell everyone the dirtiest secrets of kings
Cleanliness is for beggars
Strive must be a nature
He who has it all can finger his insides with pinky ring delight
Saw him chip gold on gold
Fancy, fixated, cool
If I could be a human on the wall
I'd tell it all
I'd tell the mislead a short cut
light traces steps backwards
back to home quicker than you or I
follow it
follow strength through stalking if need be
a nuance withered is invisible to the greedy
If i could be a human on the wall
I'd tell it all
I'd tell everyone it would all fall into place one of these days
If I could be a human on the wall
I'd stand tall
I'd clip my wings and forget flight
If only I was human on the wall
and not a fly at all
Copyright © Martin Graham | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment