swimming pool blizzard poem
we had never been
to your house before u
showed me the upstairs,
the lovely carpets
and the swimming pool the snow
began to fall i took a
little picture of you
standing beside my lover
i want you to remember me forever
that is to say
i like you
very much
the pool was covered the snow
continued to fall
jazz music played from the
speakers the radio
is always on there is
always someone moaning
something about love loss etc
as am i i am the radio
always on and always moaning
its always loss or love when
really the good of that moment
was the snowflakes fat and fast
falling through the
floodlight onto me and
onto you
to your house before u
showed me the upstairs,
the lovely carpets
and the swimming pool the snow
began to fall i took a
little picture of you
standing beside my lover
i want you to remember me forever
that is to say
i like you
very much
the pool was covered the snow
continued to fall
jazz music played from the
speakers the radio
is always on there is
always someone moaning
something about love loss etc
as am i i am the radio
always on and always moaning
its always loss or love when
really the good of that moment
was the snowflakes fat and fast
falling through the
floodlight onto me and
onto you
it was
it was january and
“Z” (my true love)
had a ruinous
nosebleed i kissed
them in the downpour
it was like
being born
“Z” (my true love)
had a ruinous
nosebleed i kissed
them in the downpour
it was like
being born
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| Gillian Lee is a poet and zinester from Virginia. You can find more poems and art things at whaglever.tumblr.com. If you want to trade zines plz hit up their twitter @whagever. |
