Abbey Lights

Abbey Lights

A Poem by Soren

Abbey Lights


For a year I cooked for the Lost Boys.

For six months I played drinking Jenga.

For three months I’ve carried two elephants

Across the small of my back,

And when they crossed vertebrae, I cringed.

I confuse world war and daily life, all the time.

Help. Yes, I can stay in the front line forever,

I can disappear and come back within a word.

All I want to do is sit in our tree while

A hard rain falls around us. I’ll remind you of 2009,

I’ll make love whenever it’s a good time for you.

I’ll do whatever you want, as long as it’s being done

In that tree. If you need me, I’m your calling,

Right? Once I asked why all it took was 48 hours,

And he said ‘There was passion, excitement.’

Once I asked what he needed and wanted

And he said ‘The promise of you.’

© 2011 Soren


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Added on February 14, 2011
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Soren
Soren

Cleveland, OH



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