MUSED, AMUSED

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I mused,
amused by my body
screaming “sleep, girl!”
as my mind hissed back to keep my eyes open,
in case I will see you.
I’m sure you were standing
right there in front of me in the dark,
I just couldn’t trace your contours.
You were like white letters
on a white sheet of paper.
Just the opposite.
Those little details are important,
when you care,
my darling boy,
but I ignore them.
Like smart men ignore smart women,
who are just pretending to be smart.
Everybody pretends.
And then they all get tired,
like I get tired of learning from my own mistakes.
So I just make new ones,
bigger ones this time -
hoping
it will make my past look
more decent,
more forgivable,
less shameful,
guilt free.
I despise guilt, so I steer away from it.
If I could, I would number all my men
and forget their names for good.
Names give them personalities,
and those give them power.
There is a very thin line
between control and arrogance
and that thin line is me.
I mused,
amused by the sound
of a four letter word.
And I don’t mean the rude one
that you just thought about.
The other one.

- Chatty Owl -

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22 thoughts on “MUSED, AMUSED

  1. Details are just that…little smears on a white silk tissue, or linen, maybe linen is better. Silk obfuscates the reality of things by turning love into simple lust. It doesn’t make it bad, but it sure makes it different.

    Caring is just part of who I am.
    (Look at me believing I am that boy. How could I not?!)
    Like I said, caring is just me…my deepest self, fighting is way trough this fucked up reality, just expecting one day all the planet turn upside down and all the letters become those perfect little 4…and not the ones you just thought, but the one we would create.

    Thank you…

  2. Most people can’t stop pretending, others can’t stop customizing every thing to fit their life style. Sensational post.l liked it.Have a sweet day.jalal

  3. Now I have read a few of your poems and I love your style of writing. You have a unique way of saying ‘unsimple’ things simply. It’s like a gentle river, nudging one softly towards a destination, you are not sure what the destination is, but gently, one follows the flow still.

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