November 11, 2008

Alik - Jackie

i changed a few small things in this poem, and i know there was more criticism but i dont remember what it was so here it is again, slightly edited.  I think this is what im going to bring to Herkimer.  

We were very different, I mean,

I say potato, you say potahto

I say tomato, you say tomahto,

I don’t know if I was especially “in the mood”

I say “and you thought I was going to be good at this”,

And you say, “Well neither of us were very good.”

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Trust is a funny thing,

Sometimes I have too much, sometimes not enough,

But after you broke that shelf the first time,

I should have called your bluff

Because falling once doesn’t mean you can’t fall again,

And I guess I should have known that then,

Oh well, live and learn, I’m still in my prime,

And they say your second, is really your first time

-

First broken, returning from vacation to hear various versions

Of every specific little detail entailed in our midnights excursion

For the things I heard I should have charged a levy

For each tail regaled of my own “hot and heavy”

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I hate to point you out as this guy,

But that thing you said about the mole you found on me,

Well I know that was straight from the movie Vanilla Sky,

And I gave you an E for effort, because we both worked hard that first night,

You started speaking in Russian and I let you leave on the light,

We were both a little over excited, but at least at that time it was fully requited.

-

Trust had and un-had I should have withheld

My privacy shattered and dignity felled

Meant nothing to you, though you shared me your shame

I found after feeling, you acted the same,

Same hypersexual, three strike, get off on a school gym bike,

Guy who just doesn’t know when to quit,

How all those manuals you read didn’t do shit.

-

I lay in the semi-darkness

Everything feels in mind, out of sight,

The only way of coping,

Knowing that it wasn’t my fault things didn’t go right. 

And one day, yeah, maybe I will see you again,

But I know I wont make the mistakes I made then,

I’m better for what I’ve done, rather, I live and I learn,

And wait, dodging hurt and potential burn.

Awaiting lucidity, in the form of another,

Potential friend, potential lover.