To whatever they call life....
Right, another juvenalia...
To Whatever they call life.....
With accepted terms of prejudiced compromises,
in bowdlerizing smiles quite indispensible;
Will you sleep with me?
beneath dirty linens of dementing grey matters,
Will you bid for me?
when I sell myself for veneer flatters
Will you, for all the faults and lovely waltz,
take off your hat when I die
or
push me unto the stage
for
yet another try?
14 comments:
Wonderful poem!
I loved these lines: "Will you, for all the faults and lovely waltz,
take off your hat when I die"
Best Wishes
Luna
dude this is awesome ... u need to write some more :))
Ahh the boss is back in form! Keep them coming man!
That was an ace dealt out so profoundly!! Loved it!
wow. damn.
I could read this over and over and glean something new each time....
wonderful!
I like the flow of your work, which is why I keep coming back.
=)
Wonderful, wonderful are the ways in which you use the keyboard!
Keep 'em coming!
'push me unto the stage
for
yet another try? '
wow ! that packs a punch..and straight to the gut..!
luna,IBL,sudharshan,kishore,aradhita,squirrel,belle,prat,pin cushion,
thanks all for such kind and undeserving:) words....beeen unbelievably busy,goddamn bleep hasnt stopped singing!
later
uber
"Will you sleep with me?
beneath dirty linens of dementing grey matters,"
Really liked this bit. A line you want to keep reading again and again.
Well written!
dust yourself off and try again, darling!
dust yourself off and try again, darling!
thank u august.
hey arena , missed ur comment,
thanks and will do:)
uve got the habit of hittin nivce handles
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