Charlie Poem by Jessica Warrior

Where am I Charlie
I have a notepad and a perfume
Just leave the spoons and tame the grass; you'll see
I'm somewhere around the house
Slam the doors Charlie
Not a doubt in the doorway grabs me lurking
Wash the floor
Tell them; soon I'll be out performing
As soon as I find a mouth and a glue

Talk to me Charlie
Voices never been good navigators
For a person so naive
Find me or not. I'm gonna bloom out your nails
Where you can cut my head
Before I suddenly wither

Where are you Charlie
Sun's down, alcohol's gone
Bottles drifting in your hand
What am I Charlie?
Care what you've been looking for?
Do you last long to see their notepads

French perfume and red lips
Hands in gloves and sweet sips

They'll cut off your nails
And wash your skin
The only place I could root in
The only place I could root in



Jessica Warrior