WHILOMA Poem by C.
It's foolish to try to compete with Rhinoblaster.
A lace-y glove that shouts Victorian.
Coffee cups waxing and waning,
and the jibber-jabber won't die of asphyxiation.
In another life I might have liked girls.
But just like then, they won't shut the f**k up.
© 2010 C.
Added on November 17, 2010
Last Updated on November 17, 2010
London, England, United Kingdom
AboutI'm a Philosophy major, Creative Writing minor. I like Philip K. Dick, Frank Herbert, Isaac Asimov. Partial to poetry. My poems are mostly short. Recurring themes: detachment, apathy, loss, melancholy.. more..