Although I’m Dust

[nibbed]

Although I’m Dust                                              so, what's wrong with gold dust if you have enough of it?

We held hands and I kissed her 

for a second time, untouched. 

I scribbled some sad word  

onto the side of her face 

which she mistakenly took as a compliment.              not sure mistakenly is the right word...          

And then and there,  

outside of her,  

outside of o-me-o-my, 

I took a knife to love’s system of signs.                   I hope she didn't need them to remember stuff

 

—Help me cut through this thing, 

this simple little thing.                                            simple? that's supposed to be a secret, isn't it?

She couldn’t do it; 

but my, she sure was pretty.  

[cymbal crash]                                                     a pan lid ?


it's a cute ditty
but it might be very vague
to most folks
I hope you are warm and happy
tonight, wherever you are.


-nibbed                                                   

hello, 

thanks for your comments. 

and you’re so funny with your “not sure mistakenly is the right word”. well let me put your mind at ease and assure you it is. in fact, i have deloberately chosen words quite specifically on account of them being “the right words”. call me old fashioned, but i find this to be the best method for writing poems. 

about it being too vague for most folks. yeah well, fuck em. you know? like just fuck em.

It would have been nice to receive a milder, uh...less harsh response?
It called manners, just sayin'.

-nibbed