NotwhatIthoughtyou'dsay
I spent the day after
Valentines Day
eating magic mushrooms
in Croatia
with this dog called,
'notwhatIthoughtyou'dsay,'
don't ask me, I'm not
the one who named her.
NotwhatIthoughtyou'dsay
asked, “You OK?
'cause you've been
staring at that ring all day,
and your eyes, well,
they've turned a funny shade
not black, nor white,
just a watery grey.”
“That's not what I
thought she would say,” I said,
“that's not why I
brought her here to Zagreb!
That's not the answer I
had in my head!”
“Well fuck her!”
NotwhatIthoughtyou'dsay, said,
“'cause it's blood,
not love, pumping through your chest.”
“That's funny,” I
said, “that's just what she said.”
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