Tom Gibo Poems
|3.||Your View On Poetry||6/22/2006|
|5.||Melancholy Wintertime Thoughts||6/22/2006|
|6.||The Old Ways||6/22/2006|
|13.||What Makes I||6/22/2006|
|14.||Early Morning Hopes||6/22/2006|
|15.||Prayer (Of A Kind)||6/22/2006|
|16.||Attempt At Dialect 1||6/22/2006|
|18.||The Wolf Brighton||6/22/2006|
|20.||Little Inconsistencies And Non-Rhymes||6/22/2006|
|21.||I Will Love You Till The Day I Die (Love Songs Of A Cancer Patient)||6/22/2006|
I Will Love You Till The Day I Die (Love Songs Of A Cancer Patient)
We awake cushioned by the down of your quilt,
A single eye shimmers by the moon.
You turn and think thoughts so mindless
Lick your lips,
Tongue like a snake prepared to uncoil.
Your mouth opens then wavers in midair,
A star crossed thought slips away with the moon.
We try to remember we are in a room.
Touch my hips,
Tongue like a cobra lost in its cage.
You speak finally, and you say
''Will you love me till no more day
-s remain and the sun eats the
world in wrath.''
I spoke and I believe I said
''Tomorrow my good dear I
Merrions wood try as it should
Will get eaten up.
Vast estates, puddles and crates
We men could and know that we should
Stop all bloodshed.