Untroubled On the Couch
"UNTROUBLED ON THE COUCH"
the aftermath of morality
6 of the newest poetry to
come from the typer
all me
all you
all of it
a Chicano
listening to the sounds of
the birds and the cracking
of the leaves
the black robe approaches
mouth as sore as a virgin's
the years that have changed
my face get younger and
younger
every woman asks the same of
me but all fail to give
arguments
lies
the bending of truth to
satisfy her fear of being
caught
I've often said I won't make
it to thirty-five and if I
die now on this couch, the
crows would be torn to
pieces.
I'm turning 34 in a few
months
I guess I have a year left
numerous nights passed
where I wondered if I had
lost myself but as the wind
continues to drop dust in my
beer, they've all lost me
here's another piece of
poetry
another life set in stone
this'll be typed and then put
away
my audience hasn't been born
yet and for now I'm stored
away
you've been out for a while
collecting dust from the
filth
I've got my own dust and
someday someone will blow it
off
just like you did to me.
By: Chicano Eddie
9252017
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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