Daily Poetry

I will play for you.

Till my fingers are bleeding.

I will play for you.

but only in

the brightest part of the day

quietly.

 

So as not to be 

any more than a

murmering back drop

to all you say and do.

 

seriously, I hate poetry,

  Yours is female cohenesque

freak angst beauty,

what else can you do?

But be a platzian icon ?

what else do people like us do ?

You are sky.

I will play for you.

Till my fingers are bleeding.

I will play for you.

but only in

the brightest part of the day

quietly.

 

So as not to be 

any more than a

murmering back drop

to all you say and do.

You are sky.