There is a confusion
Where the wires
Cross and short.
Where sparks fly.
Words get thrown around
Like lawn darts.
Childish but Painful.
Belligerent barking,
Where no one wants to shut the fuck up.
Where the only end,
Is in the tight strangle of hugs,
Is in tears,
Snot on shoulders,
Confessions of love,
And never doing it again.
Good one.
Thank you James!
Aint it the truth…been there, done that… And for some reason, still go there and do that…
I think we all do Kim. These are all new writings. I will be posting a few times a week for now on. You can find some of my older writings at http://www.tompoet.com. I have plenty of old ones to add to http://www.tompoet.com but the new stuff will be found here. Thanks for checking out my page and for the kind words. Please come back.
Tom
“Snot on the shoulders” now there’s a graphic image. Gritty and honest. I like. (I’d lose the comma after wires in the second line.)
Shalom,
Rochelle
Rochelle with gritty and honest comes graphic….Why do you feel that one comma should go?
Tom