Bed and Breakfast

I started thinking that poetry is nothing but self-indulgence

As if someone should hang on these words

And sincerely consider what I think.

 

This is a poem for the person who can

Make a dwelling in my head

And feel safely and strangely at home.

 

I started thinking that everyone I know is like a bed and breakfast:

Charming knickknack furnishings, clean white linens, a chocolate left on your pillow,

Small talk-transient-superfluous-politeness-just-to-be-polite.

 

These are reasons I can never stay long

But I’d use your tears as syrup over buttermilk pancakes

If you had the ability to cry in the morning at a breakfast table of strangers

Who are strangely estranged from you.

 

You’re so unlike the rest.

 

With you

I would

Build a place in your head;

I’d call you home.

 

I’d use every mistake you’ve ever made as mortar

Just so you know that you have the capacity to

 

Recreate

Formulate

Agitate.

 

I believe in your passivity

Like I believe in a perpetual hell;

I don’t.

 

It’s significant that I used to.

Reviews

[zainul]

Unique idea used in poem.

[Hidden Happiness]

wow..its really great and its so unique...i mean bed and breakfast thats just an amazing idea...so yeah really amazing...
oh n pls read some of my stuff...i'd really like to know what you think:)

[closed..acct]

Deep, dark and powerful,
I love it makes one ponder.
Awesome!