Green Iris Poem by Foster Teegarden

Green Iris



Today you sent me a message.
You were pleading for forgiveness.
You didn't have to worry though.
I did. Well, how should I put this?
I'm the real douche bag in this place
for starting this nonsense crisis.
Our conversation took five days.
We sent a whole five messages.
I could see what you were doing,
leaving me on edge and so pissed.
I, being such a raging fool,
began to grow a green iris,
trying to see through you and more.
Better have a deadly virus.
And you did. Off in Ohio
there was no cellular service.
I gave it a slight thought, but
I sent instead my final hiss.
You respond politely always,
never tempted to give me a dis.
How could I have been so stupid?
I don't dare give my final wish.
At least I shouldn't after this.
But I want you and oasis.
You don't, I'm sure. Who could forgive
someone so desperate for a kiss?

Saturday, September 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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