Saturday, April 12, 2008


Sitting here in the big empty
Keep waiting for the words to come
Staring at you in my memory
Feeling like your here and you want some

But I don't know how to give it to you
And you don't know what to do with that
Can't go on so blue
Need to take a turn at the corner and come back

The voices are quiet
And I don't know what to do with that
I'm kind of tired of the riot
And feeling like I'm stuffed in a sack.

It's just another day
In my empty room
Waiting for you to say
Someone be coming soon.


Gina said...
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Gina said...

"someone be coming soon".

I have this crazy notion that the final words in a poem are the subconscious mind's last ditch effort to be heard. It's like a message in a bottle from some cast away. To get in the last word. Crazy, but out of respect, I tend to name my poems after the last few words.

Great Poems, Rambler.