When you’re stuck at the station
struggling to be patient
with the endlessly-stalling
train which is calling
is it time to guess
that you’ll cover more ground
with one that’s forward-bound
at any rate?
Or better to wait?
That I was desirable so long as I was shrouded in that cloud of mystique
(which was mostly just the fog in your eyes
but I didn’t have the heart to point out the difference)
And your foggy eyes lit up when you saw in me
Some alien freak here to show you a whole new #$@%ing world
So I tried to say that I’m really from this planet
And you’re not really the center of it
And between the deadness of Venus and Mars
We’re all life on Earth just trying to make it
But as you looked down to Earth
All you could see
Was some exotic fruit here for your consumption
To suck on the flesh and throw out the core
Despite my best efforts, I seem to have become one of those people who writes emotional poetry on the internet. Oh well.
It’s that time of the semester again when I write poems to make up for absences in Allegra Kent’s ballet class. I think I deserve brownie points for this one because I made it rhyme and I never make stuff rhyme. In other news, it snowed.