eye-i
by laurafraser
Posted: Thursday, November 18, 2004 Word Count: 262 Summary: Something I started to play with yesterday. About someone obsessed with 'I' and ego, thinking e/t comes from her, hence the slight irrelvance of talk of coffee etc The line “the men who left because of dreams” refers to any man who left home to fight someone else’s war thinking it would take them away from their own-inevitably itt doesn’t. |
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This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.
This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.
I am in love with
I, Oh what a lovely
eye! Though sleep stays stuck in the corners
I think if
I quaff a coffee,
I’ll manage to stay awake for the lover
I love so much, but,
I’ll admit
I am a little frightened, because
I appear to have lost my voice
I know that there must be things
I should say and
I know that
I can’t because you’re not there
I am the snow that falls in Switzerland&the sunbeams that penetrate Swaziland
I feel like
I think it’s a.m, jet-lagged and slightly confused as
I turn and get out the other side to be met by the moon who’s an egg
I am waiting here like
I promised you, waiting so
we
can go home - but the sun and moon have eloped and
I feel so slightly confused - should
I have loved you more then?
I’m like the men who left home because of dreams, except
I am so much worse,
I remind me of them, like a pink empty hearse,
I’m all wrong, non-conformist and
I worry that
I’ve really fucked up
My eyes are no longer open, the sleep is stuck like glue
I really need you near now to hold
My hand and help
Me -you promised you’d never leave
Me, declared it like an ancient decree
I’m going to bed alone now, blind and groping
My way, thinking about my
I-eye, my eye-I that
I wish I’d learnt to watch, oh
I hope that you are happy, the only opiate of
My heart.
I, Oh what a lovely
eye! Though sleep stays stuck in the corners
I think if
I quaff a coffee,
I’ll manage to stay awake for the lover
I love so much, but,
I’ll admit
I am a little frightened, because
I appear to have lost my voice
I know that there must be things
I should say and
I know that
I can’t because you’re not there
I am the snow that falls in Switzerland&the sunbeams that penetrate Swaziland
I feel like
I think it’s a.m, jet-lagged and slightly confused as
I turn and get out the other side to be met by the moon who’s an egg
I am waiting here like
I promised you, waiting so
we
can go home - but the sun and moon have eloped and
I feel so slightly confused - should
I have loved you more then?
I’m like the men who left home because of dreams, except
I am so much worse,
I remind me of them, like a pink empty hearse,
I’m all wrong, non-conformist and
I worry that
I’ve really fucked up
My eyes are no longer open, the sleep is stuck like glue
I really need you near now to hold
My hand and help
Me -you promised you’d never leave
Me, declared it like an ancient decree
I’m going to bed alone now, blind and groping
My way, thinking about my
I-eye, my eye-I that
I wish I’d learnt to watch, oh
I hope that you are happy, the only opiate of
My heart.