High time we made a stand
Dum dum duh-daaaah! It's Tolstoy Tuesday again. I tried tickling the run-on sentence this time. I'm not really a poet, but I so enjoy the simple form. You're up, Turner.
"Prognosis"
Perhaps the severity of my condition
is directly proportional to
the way you always walk a ways ahead
and how it feels when I’m left
to take down your messages
and blunder through your other life
alone in my car
like someone’s old girlfriend.
"Prognosis"
Perhaps the severity of my condition
is directly proportional to
the way you always walk a ways ahead
and how it feels when I’m left
to take down your messages
and blunder through your other life
alone in my car
like someone’s old girlfriend.
4 Comments:
the way you always walk a ways ahead
I love this line. It's like a swingset for the toungue.
I prefer "and blunder through your other life alone in my car."
You guys are awesome. I wish you were always around to stroke my Eggo.
And, well, because I love you.
So, clue me in on this Tolstoy Tuesday thing. I'm dying to know!
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