Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Ode to a crumpled sheet


And she walks into the room,
with a guitar on her hip,
and when she turns to look at you,
you're nervous, do you need another sip?
She's dressed for the world,
for them to look and to look again,
her silk stocking and careless heels,
her song, your song, will it rain?
A cup of coffee or another cigarette,
your sketch or my broken line,
your vision or my headache,
why not another glass of wine?
We're drawn and not written,
we're born on a crumpled sheet,
we search for just beat and tea,
in an hour, shall we meet?
The curtain is drawn,
the telephone rings,
someone helpless, someone fixed,
broken wings, summer brings, tired kings?

10 Comments:

Blogger InExile said...

the headstock of the guitar is drawn incorrectly ..

6:43 PM, July 03, 2007  
Blogger jerry said...

it's a rough work.

6:49 PM, July 03, 2007  
Blogger my poetry journal said...

stick to poetry! you are easier to tolerate.

7:41 PM, July 03, 2007  
Blogger Still searching said...

We're born on a crumpled sheet.... interesting poem...

12:51 AM, July 04, 2007  
Blogger Ricercar said...

interesting :)

2:41 AM, July 04, 2007  
Blogger The Dude said...

hey jerry,
nice sketch bro and the poems a nice new and fresh sound from you.. sweet..
good to see a new direction from you man, i guess all that daily angst finally paid of artistically eh? ,:D
cheers bro...

6:52 PM, July 04, 2007  
Blogger jerry said...

Office Poet: very funny!

still searching: thank you.

ricercar: cheers!

the dude: sure thing bro.

9:06 PM, July 06, 2007  
Blogger alice-in-guise said...

very intersting poem and a nice sketch too. my favorite line has to be "we are born on a crumpled sheet" .. kinda rings a bell.

11:25 AM, July 07, 2007  
Blogger Anki said...

nice... been here after ages... its changed quite a bit

6:33 PM, July 08, 2007  
Blogger taurius1 said...

nice!!!! I like.

9:12 PM, July 24, 2007  

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