Jerrybaldy
09-27-2010, 06:45 PM
Hands up if you know me
or would like to
or would rather not.
Hands up to high five
like we are basketballing.
Hands down to shake
in the deepest respect.
Hold hands like lovers.
Clench in your attack.
Hands to your eyes
self pity tears.
Hands between legs
like lovers.
Hands ageing with
liver spots.
Hands young with
plasticine.
Hands holding beerglasses
to get blind
hands holding reading glasses
to see.
Hands holding yourself
when love has gone
hands playing
when love has long gone.
Makes you wonder
how little our feet really mean.
Elbows play little part.
The back of my knee
never defined me much.
My eyes once sold
as windows to the soul
with all that retina action.
My left nipple hardly played a part
in this jerrybaldy life.
My third mole down, never had a look in.
The left testicle so proud to hang lower
than the right barely made a difference
this intact foreskin
may as well have been cut right off.
For tonight I am defined by these words
and those
who read to their
end.
or would like to
or would rather not.
Hands up to high five
like we are basketballing.
Hands down to shake
in the deepest respect.
Hold hands like lovers.
Clench in your attack.
Hands to your eyes
self pity tears.
Hands between legs
like lovers.
Hands ageing with
liver spots.
Hands young with
plasticine.
Hands holding beerglasses
to get blind
hands holding reading glasses
to see.
Hands holding yourself
when love has gone
hands playing
when love has long gone.
Makes you wonder
how little our feet really mean.
Elbows play little part.
The back of my knee
never defined me much.
My eyes once sold
as windows to the soul
with all that retina action.
My left nipple hardly played a part
in this jerrybaldy life.
My third mole down, never had a look in.
The left testicle so proud to hang lower
than the right barely made a difference
this intact foreskin
may as well have been cut right off.
For tonight I am defined by these words
and those
who read to their
end.