Poetica Spontenaium 05.14.04
(To an odd tune in my head. Yes, it’s sorta a country bar kinda tune. Your indulgence please. And fuck you. Go ahead and laugh at me. I’m a little Korean girl with a country tune in my head with bad lyrics desperately trying to get out. Patsy Cline is a Goddess.)
I’ve been rustling around here within a cage of my sentiments
Crumpled with a tea stain sometimes flickering with sighs
Wishing wanting never shoulda maybe with my better sense
You think I’d know better than to believe my own lies
I’m a wrinkle in the patchwork of too many late night meditations
Tripping over last words like a jagged zipper undone
I could win a fight with knuckles wrapped tight with such foolishness
To tell the truth I’m the casualty in this battle unwon
I’m trapped here in a half forgotten buried love letter box
Tumbling like a firecracker in a gunpowder grave
I wish I never maybe woulda been better off not saying these things
Couldn’t ever send these off to you, I was never that brave
I’ve never been as good with words as you were with your hands
And such body memories still leave their mark
I’m wishing that I can steal into your dreams and just watch you there
You’d never find me, I’d still be hiding in the dark.
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