Disclaimer: (pre-disclaimer: yes i realize the faux pax and the cliche i am committing by providing a disclaimer, but this just makes it ironic right?) Another "woman's wrath" poem, which is in itself a cliche, but that's kind of the point-- the whole poem knows it's cliche, it just does it better almost (doesn't count) i almost cried over you today-- unbelieveable-- finally angry for it You, best friend so genuine who'd never be 'that guy' to me never ever, you can find my hands, my waist those hook-and-eye clasps even my eyes later but not your voice now not even its echo in a phone You, suddenly fine with so much hollow more and now you let me become 'that girl' to you or one of them at least it feels that way a cliche and so are you, only now you've got cliche immunity mainstream media morality just like every other original individual with no regrets and a postmodern conscience and here you are again in my poem damn you sweet insidious bastard i bet you think this poem is about you don't you don't you i've always liked that song don't you? my best poems are about you You like that i need you, a stroke on the shaft of your ego you take what i willingly give and keep it, out of my reach I resent you for it and i try i try but i can't i can't i can't --crack-- can't backtrack the replay's on an unforgiving loop but maybe i should just be grateful, right? for new poems that scrawl you out in purple ink Cliche expanded, overdeveloped? Answer me! I'm the powerfully overwrought, indecisive, independent sexually frustrated, introspective, insecure, feminist of every novel you never made it all the way through the woman at the window girl staring [screaming] at the mirror cursing the day you taught me to give my want your name in spite of my judging you unworthy you, who i never wanted to want you with your paining touch and interested kindness Speak up! I'm a woman who thinks too much and you're too much on my mind your silence feeds my rancor distorts, amplifies confuses love with the provocateurs in your fingertips but never long enough to believe it, so Is it you or the loss of my innocence i've been missin so much? 'cause i could write this whole story in trite country-song lyrics with Spanish subtitles but you'd still miss the resolution always disappearing after the climax to leave me under caution falling action signs-- the way you read so painstakingly, i'm already rewriting the endings you'll never see
I really liked this line; "damn you sweet insidious bastard" Hahah. It was good. It was actually not as cliche as I was expecting, given your disclaimer. I didn't like the reference to that song, however...
