Poetry: TEASE
by al armiger
I tired of wanting you to want me, Then I see you again, Well I can be your lover, But I cannot be switched from one to other, Plus I know that he still reigns, So go to it, grow a little more in your Simonless city. I'm gone.
Santa Monica Blvd USA
Like I wanted you.
You tell me you've even tried my name,
And eloping planned!
And its all been a game.
Your bodies generated that field once more.
Don't come too close,
No kisses, no strokes,
Just good friends.
Yeah right!
Or I can be your friend.
I can even be both!
Like some sort of stove.
Turn the heat up-
Now turn it back again.
Or else why do we have to hear his loves obituary,
Over and over.
Who are you trying to convince, it's dead,
Me or you?
Try your hand at your capitalist ventures,
Build your independance,
If that's what you want.
But don't kid me,
I'm not on hold waiting for a line.
I'm not on freeze waiting for a thaw.
I'm on go ready to happen.