sedentary leaks, sedentary squeaks <br />languid and disheveled <br />what have happened to you my little dear? <br />What are the things that come up to your head? <br />poison, broken promises, threesome, hands that smelt of burnt cigarette <br />pistols, candy wrappers, left over table wine, voltage, an unpaid bill <br />paper bag, neurons, winged cloud, murmurs, licking bodies, lip gloss <br />blood stained tub, dancing shemales, antibiotics, and Scottish widows <br />imaginary phone calls, changing numbers, asking details, age, sex, and location. <br />a room for two, fresh juice and needles, <br />eyebugs and bullets. <br />lackluster eyes, <br />what are they piercing at? <br />immobile, <br />yet you’ve seen yourself passing by <br />different times and different dimensions. <br />for you, the world is just a paper cup <br />raise it and it will be filled. <br />but how many times will it remain empty? <br />still waiting and fading away<br /><br />Liyo Denorte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sedentary-2/
