Eric Gibson Poems
|1.||Seven More Weeks||11/27/2008|
|3.||I Don'T Trust Them||11/27/2008|
|7.||Venus In Curls||11/29/2008|
|8.||Watch Me Ignore The Football Game...||11/29/2008|
|11.||Scratching, Rubbing...Eventually Sleep, Too.||11/30/2008|
|12.||Plastic Chairs And Fighting Insurgency||12/1/2008|
|13.||Dirty Clothes And Divinity||12/3/2008|
|14.||Happiness Is A Web Of Crayon Scribbles||12/5/2008|
|17.||Did You Know That?||12/9/2008|
|18.||Vacations Await, Poet.||12/14/2008|
|19.||Between You And Me...||12/3/2008|
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Between You And Me...
Between you and me...
I always wanted a woman
who I could read poetry and
share my omniscient sense
of human connection with.
Some woman who would cry
my Christ-like tears with me
and rejoice the pains
and wax poetic of the jewels
I look at Najuwa and
think how easy she makes
I realise now,
how pompous and
silly I once was.
Between you and me....
Walt Whitman's bottomless
zeal for the scent of leaves and
the clap of thunder is a myth.
Whitman was happy and
excited when her ...
Seven More Weeks
A sick lust
Stretching past seas and cell phone receptions,
With sleepy-eyed wings of dreaming.
'Blue now is the color,
Love the drug I'm needing,
Got to keep this feeling…'
A drug with eyelashes