Seesaw

Today, i will give him the power

                                 then tomorrow it will be mine to lower

Tonight, pixie-dust for wanderlust's speeding

                                 the morning: i am weeping as if you are leaving

 

Fun-filled as Seaworlds, you deep-sea diving

                                 i am serious to heart-attacks forgetfully surviving

Tuesday is ours to slowly on goodness' sake,

                                  like careful seamen on deck with Humpday, navigate

Thursday, your thirst begins again to imbue

                                  Friday night i simply and tiredly refuse to;

 again and again, Saturday is fat with seductions

                                   Sundays in our beds losing the right reasons

 

Somewhere therein we spoke with each other clearly

                                    made the blue-print of exactly what trust should be

But up and down and up we always kick

                                     moments flying high to realize we only get sick

down again on insanity's weekend tricks, suspended,

                                      limbs in limbo swinging in air without exit

 

       our repetitive riding, a seesaw, which with only dead-weight will end it....

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Lots of food for thought in this one...incredibly rich in imagery, and a unique concept...I've read it a few times and it becomes a little clearer to me with each reading...I've also picked up some different interpretations along the way...

Saturday is fat with seductions
Sundays in our beds losing the right reasons...I was particularly intrigued by this part, it sounds like a weekend at my old school, not involving me I should point out haha Awesome work, I really enjoyed this one.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thanks for your review... There is implied drug use and partying in this... It's very personal, but your review is still appreciated.