my mother is Hercules

what’s this love thing after all
730-930 is not your number
it’s the time we are to meet

it’s Time and
terminal gray madness
my body is the enemy
nude is delicate
and my mother is Hercules

funny how I hear your voice
but please confirm your identity
and please confirm mine
a fiery introduction
a sequence of bells

what’s this love thing after all
it’s Time
it’s Time
a mutiny of mine

I am still in different ways
indifferent the way
my body is the enemy
nude is delicate
and my mother is Hercules

you are a sweet distraction
ripples on a plate
and I am mountain steps
girl with the ugly legs

what’s this love thing after all
it’s Time
it’s Time
a mutiny of mine

hey universe
I got to sleep at 6 a.m.
my body is the enemy
slow to awaken

in my imagination
I thought something I heard
was amazing, outpouring
but just not that into you
not that into you
not that into you

(c) Seven, 20071013

Posted by admin on October 15th, 2007 | Filed in Poetry, Poetry 2007 |

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