Out Of Tune

by Carmen   Oct 28, 2010


She had the mental activity
of champagne intoxicated dreams
and rapid movement.
She sat on unmade beds
eating stir fry,
looking at nothing.
She hated feet
but she was always running.
No one could stay in tune
with her modulating moods.
So when the clock broke,
it's hard to say what happened.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments