Ode to Teenage Black Girl – Old Poems 2007 VI

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Cute and pretty, full of love
Alone and wandering, here and wondering
I wish that sound was love
But the sky’s so far and I am dying

Its my pleasure
to stare, from near to there
where I am safe from blood and life and so I hear
In the shine of knife, a slice, appear thus here

The numbers match, equal time, every tune
and we can fly in the air, any time I swear
The summer’s catch, feed us true
Upon the dashed sunny curls of her hair

“Everybody loves me,”
they sing, and swing, and stab.
“Everyone a sorry sad affair, you see, one-two-three…”
and then I die, and that was all the time for me.

Enough of eyes so wide, every time
Worth the while
only I wish,
I didn’t die

Time to speak goodbyes, to rest, with a smile or a sigh
and be at peace, or deny
…it was the best of lies
…it was to be alive

11/4/07

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4 thoughts on “Ode to Teenage Black Girl – Old Poems 2007 VI

  1. Wow, this is deep and dark. I think very dark even for you, written sometime before leaving for China? The following verse is very intense –

    ““Everybody loves me,”
    they sing, and swing, and stab.
    “Everyone a sorry sad affair, you see, one-two-three…”
    and then I die, and that was all the time for me.”

    Ах, вы бедный мальчик, это, может быть, время для сказку на ночь, как мы используем, чтобы сделать. Может быть, это должно быть около одной девушкой, одной жемчужины, и одной коробке. Я почти закончил с бумагами, то я могу быть свободным, чтобы написать то, что я хочу.

    Удалить русский, если это будет необходимо.
    Pepper

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