10-15-2017, 09:43 AM
The End of the World
there's four breakfasts
painted on this shirt --
you and i will live
dull lives
circles of seasons, not wet and dry, alone and quiet and intimate
with you
with nothing new
we'll leave the getting drunk
to other eyes,
we'll leave the drama of getting old
behind,
we'll not write poems, we'll not write songs, we'll not write cycles
to be criticized
out in the country of cider and maple syrup
where i should be -- yellow, not red,
not green, not blue -- where i should be
out in the country of muesli and full cream milk
with you the muse
and sundress homemaker --
my dear, my sweet, my bowl of honey,
you've attracted flies
there's four breakfasts
painted on this shirt --
you and i will live
dull lives
circles of seasons, not wet and dry, alone and quiet and intimate
with you
with nothing new
we'll leave the getting drunk
to other eyes,
we'll leave the drama of getting old
behind,
we'll not write poems, we'll not write songs, we'll not write cycles
to be criticized
out in the country of cider and maple syrup
where i should be -- yellow, not red,
not green, not blue -- where i should be
out in the country of muesli and full cream milk
with you the muse
and sundress homemaker --
my dear, my sweet, my bowl of honey,
you've attracted flies