What may be now be in idioms
I'm not clear that I think
in the way that you think
because I hear you speak
and that's all we can be now
is language in bodies
ghost in the machine
it's as if I'm poorly subtitled,
and you'll never understand my idioms
Do you hear me?
whistling in the dark
abundance of albatross
hung round my neck
but I am true blue
I am the real Mccoy
and all I want is some truth,
or to be understood
2 comments:
My goodness! this may be the most beautiful poem I've ever read on walking english. I never knew you felt this way about underground magazines. Don't worry I can read into these things and I got your number like a chicken in a barn and the roosters on the roof. Man I love when worlds collide or revolve around me.
you stopped my heart.
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