Hey! First poem of December! Short but hopefully complete.
For a Change
your white skin, sandy white
but softer than the surprised smile
you flashed whenever I did something
"right for a change." You're not a ghost,
not a spirit, not Marely home from the grave
to shout to the universe my many, many faults.
No, you're no Thing From Another World.
You are nothing more but memory
which can often be more frightening
than any mythical monster or living ghoul
or insane politician could ever be.
Woodie 12-o1-15
For a Change
My
head is full of you tonight,
the smell of your hair after it rains,your white skin, sandy white
but softer than the surprised smile
you flashed whenever I did something
"right for a change." You're not a ghost,
not a spirit, not Marely home from the grave
to shout to the universe my many, many faults.
No, you're no Thing From Another World.
You are nothing more but memory
which can often be more frightening
than any mythical monster or living ghoul
or insane politician could ever be.
Woodie 12-o1-15
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