Automated-Teller

by Drew Gold   Jan 27, 2006


"You, press play;

turn him on
rewind, evoke a memory
where he smiled in your presence
creator of feeling
in him.

Sigh, in just
the right spot;
leave out
what he means
to you
when you're looking away.

Plant in him
a lush forest
green-Dripping
in Pre-meditated
acts of jealousy
whether, expressed
or exposed.

Complete him
in just the right way
so that he IS all
that you need until
you're unsatisfied,
enough.

Break him down
until he's not himself
but an organic copy
tainted with intent
however misguided
and undirected."

Says he, to the sad breeze
caressing him with
drops of rain
that her mouth
drips

but this,
words will not fix.

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  • 18 years ago

    by pebbles

    Hey i didnt really get it. if i understanded it i think it would be very gud. so i rated u a 4.