Call of the night when you've finished <br />your wine. With the remaining song, <br />You can kiss me with the message <br /> <br />I've been saving inside <br />to create insomnia-a silent monster <br />looking down, perturbed with pity <br />and laughing at my miserable body. <br /> <br />My eyes narrow down to <br />Hell, you bring me up to <br />Heaven, you bring me down to <br />expect <br /> <br />what i cannot <br /> <br />expect: <br />you to kiss my <br />words with ways <br />people don't <br /> <br />expect. Love to me: <br />wildflower-madhouse. <br />I've not lost my mind <br />Yet, I shall, <br />I shall <br />lose it like pennies <br />without counting... <br /> <br />that meant big, dead beans <br />during the Depression <br />and the holes stayed <br />in sacred pockets. <br />You never went away.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hell-with-three-dog-heads/
