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No Proper Time of Day
Interminably Consternation
I got no rhythm
I got no rhyme
All I can do
Is bleed tonight
I'll ask you questions
Like you asked me
‘Coz if I don't
You'll never be free
So listen baby
It's okay to cry
I'm here to hold you
So tell me what you can
Don't you worry
About the blood on our hands
© 2005, Mosquitobyte
Celticlion on May 19 2008 edit · delete The snappy rhythm of this underlies the feeling of a shared confidence, maybe even a shared guilt or some sort of failure? Blood on the hands is a powerful image and having someone who won't turn you away because of it, is pretty potent, too. An interesting poem...C
Mosquitobyte on May 20 2008 edit · delete I have to admit I'm proud of this one, it's short, succint and still oobtuse enough to satisfy my perverse sensibilities.
The one I wrote this for certainly understood it and loved it.
Thx for the time taken to comment Celticlion.
Mos.
