ally gunther


Obselete - Poem by ally gunther

Carving two names,
Into a coke-bottle.
Left outside a bookstore,
A thinker,
Scratches,
A likeness to perfection-
Into the market square.

No need for modesty,
You don’t need to impress,
Keep going-
I’ll be your princess.
A little chivalry,
And they’re all obsolete.
This happiness-
Mechanised.
Opposes naturalised.
And your likened nature’s,
Winning.
Watch me make her obsolete.

Can’t you feel my heartbeat thinning?
Laying train-tracks,
To my past-
Cycling,
Quickly to my heart.
You’ve a direct line.
And it seems I’ve the same.
Sir Lancelot.
To your ways.

And you’ll never know of a maiden like me,
I’ll be singing,
You’ll be grinning.
1920’s beats a swinging,
Styling your hair that way.
Making the ladies sway,
(And the men too!)
I’m that way,
Yours. To. Woo.

No need for modesty,
You don’t need to impress,
Keep going-
I’ll be your princess.
A little chivalry,
And they’re all obsolete.
This happiness-
Mechanised.
Opposes naturalised.
And your likened nature’s,
Winning.
Watch me make her obsolete.

(Think fast;
Because the geometric pattern's changing...)


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013


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