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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye. |
Please Take Me Home Song by The Bird and the Bee Lost on an island with some joker who just jokes Incessantly And some singer won't stop singing, is it her or is it Save me, save me, save me From the wicked things I see Take me, take me, take me To a place I'd rather be Please, will you take me? Home Will you take me? I don't even know if I'd even know the way without you Now Will you take me? Please Will you take me? There's too much to say but you'll say that I am much too Tired tonight Will you take me? Home Will you take me? Carry me inside, like I carry you, you carry me inside Will you take me home? Tell me how you missed me while you kiss me I've been gone for much too long Going crazy, making babies keeping house and singing Fill me, fill me, fill me With all the love I'd ever need Kill me, kill me, kill me I would kill myself to please you Please, will you take me? Home Will you take me? I don't even know if I'd even know the way without you Now Will you take me? Please Will you take me? There's too much to say but you'll say that I am much too Tired tonight Will you take me? Home Will you take me? Carry me inside, like I carry you, you carry me inside Will you take me home? 9.4.23 Why am I always the woman in these songs? Victimized and Gaslit I don’t control the narrative, so I write. So, strangers will know. And when I get to know them, tables turn. It’s me on the other side, again, as they’re spinning, spinning, spinning spinning, spinning, spinning Not my hamster wheel… Not my… It does feel like I killed someone. The drama queen puts the revolver in my hand. |
Then, I just stop Ask myself How? Why, Why am I in this place, Halo off my face? Shame, disgrace Such an odd bird To fly in your coop. Feathers fly. Why? How? I did not try. I don’t know… I just stop, Look at the door That greeted me, Spinning Like a turnstile. Only sidelong glances. Not a smile. So, I roost For awhile. You’re polite Not to show me that door, Take in your welcome mat. I’m no dove, Though I seek, seek… Peace in this habitué, Where I see dark, Not a face Of any of you. I settle in more. Cool, firm Resting spot That I got, That I build up. You steer the others away, ‘He’s not the one’ I imagine you’d say. Wasn’t meant to be. I’m afoul fowl, Clueless rebel I didn’t need to be. If I hadn’t flown Right through that door, Such a clod, Head like a woodpecker, Hammering holes With my face, Gleefully ‘Til I’m tired…nap… Just kill me in my sleep Kill me, kill me Can’t you see, see? Don’t know what I’m doing. I got a clue I got the blues. But it wasn’t from you. Thanks For putting up With an odd duck. Dumb luck To struggle this way Through life, biding time. 9.4.23 Don’t need love. Don’t want pity. Just seek purpose. Trying to write/share a poem a day. Not plugging tho. Like the wind, I lie, because I change my mind. I know how it makes you feel, but this constant doesn’t run through you, fitful constantly. Poem begins in the middle of something longer, ongoing 10.27.23 |
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Great poem, Brian.
Dreams feel good though. Thanks for posting this one, Brian 
