jibberish

If i were new to this world

If I was just a rookie

Id fall into a circle of self-delight

Equalling all of our inebriation

I once was a moonshiner

And "spent all my money on whiskey and beer"

 

But I am a veteran of it

without fortune

and careless of fate

colliding with sanity

feeling every hit

flinching at every strike

 

I put on a good show

I look like I know what im doing

I command and lead

I play the game like a veteran

 

but actually, i dont know s**t

i don't even want to play

 

id rather be sitting in warm sand

laughing at a good joke

standing behind her on the balcony

with a red moon on the horizon

putting on the diamond necklace

that i bought her a month ago

in anticipation of this moment

smelliong her hair

oh that was good 

while she feels me press

into her

and she presses back

knowing that its a game too

that she has to play

and i go insane

 

but if i have to pretend

i want to play that game

not this one

 

by

 

LJ Thirsk

 

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

wow. Red moon again, huh?
Got to love those games. =) Very good poem.
I think the title is appropriate, as the subject matter does seem to jump from one subject to the next a lot, but it works. This seems to be a stream-of-consciousness, kind of, and I love it.
KH

[NoWayer]

While perusing titles WC, your poem demanded my focus like a note slipped under a door. I can relate to this one more than any other on here at the moment.