Siamese Twin

the other side of me is like a siamese twin kept in the dark
but i feel her tugging at my hair, refusing to let go.
gasps meant for two when one's inside
but made for three when my knuckles are white.
i never meant to keep her alive, i thought i drowned her that day in st. augustine
when i tried to write a poem but she wouldn't let me
just sit and get soaked in the rain instead.

she complicates me
crawls into my brain and turns me blind
turns ink into piss, pens into pirates
and shows me history through slideshows of what my life is like
sans what i do best
and in turn, i feel useless and ask for no refund
wreckless teacher.

it's pointless to feel crazy or detached from her
so instead we cuddle
and sing duets
about the aging prophecy of being alone

written on March 3, 2005

(this poem is a wonderful example of yourself taking control of yourself, if only for a brief moment. Quiet revealing.
Posted by jeux on 02 Sep 06 Saturday - 1:20 AM)