Pokin’ me, pokin’ me,
You have awoken me
But now you must let go
Because you’re a-chokin’ me
It doesn’t feel good
To sit in your ribcage
Staring out at a world
Full of axle grease
I need a mother
Who enters the boxing ring
Thinking of pharaohs
And counting each piece
Pokin’ me, pokin’ me,
You have awoken me
But now you must let go
Because you’re a-chokin’ me
Knowing just how to
Tighten a razor blade
Mash up scrap metal
Or lasso a mouse
Makes me feel giddy
As a pedestrian
Like I could just up
And swallow a house…
Pokin’ me, pokin’ me,
You have awoken me
But now you must let go
Because you’re a-chokin’ me
Fire by day and
Pillar by moonlight
You lead me on into
Dreams of new land
I walk in circles
So tired of whistling
Thinking of paintings
I don’t understand
Pokin’ me, pokin’ me,
You have awoken me
But now you must let go
Because you’re a-chokin’ me
11 October 2006
This is a poetry blog. I have been writing nonsense for young and old only since the summer of 2006. I liken my rhymes to such wordsmiths as Edward Lear, Lewis Carroll, or Dr. Seuss. Please enjoy, read, reread, comment.
About Me
- travis vanest
- Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
- I'm a teacher, a friend, a songwriter and singer, a sun lover, a painter, a cook, a son, a husband, a guitar player, a writer, a kite flyer, an uncle, a nature lover, a nephew, a seeker of God.
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