|There’s a Dead Raven Outside My Boyfriend’s Basement Window
By theRcanmeananything on 04/06/2008
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Note: In all honesty, I really do love my boyfriend. This is PMS talking.
Let’s not be vague, is that ok?
I’m sitting drunk in lust on the idiot’s couch,
Waiting for him to notice.
It arrived at noon, not a minute too late,
And died several minutes after.
Ugly, gawking, little black thing,
No wonder you’re trapped like that.
My love searches for an item of conversation,
He’s oblivious to the dead bird outside.
I can’t really laugh, but he’s caught in the gutter.
And my love muses over his old childhood toys.
I wonder if he’ll notice.
He’s a fool with heart, not unlike most,
Sometimes I wish he’d grow up.
I think the dead Raven can hear me spew.
There’s grey snow amuck, frosting the glass,
And that poor bird died alone.
I love him, I say, but he won’t seem to listen.
The bird I mean, not the boy.
Though without reason I already know if I say something,
He’ll just want to dissect it for curiosity.
The bird is curious about my decision,
And I am curious too.
I say that I love him in all honesty,
But I know he doesn’t have a clue.
Don’t mock me damn bird, I already know.
You’re dead anyway, leave me alone.
I’m sitting here stirring, aching in grief.
It’s too late for me but the bird will rest in peace.
© By theRcanmeananything On 4/6/2008 12:03:28 AM