Save Me
When buzzing silence is the only sort
of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, pus-filled wart
that shames the muse’s lovely powdered hand-
When walls remove me from the pressing crowd,
suppress me with their invisible load,
my hands become too big, my voice too loud,
I sit lost on dusty foreign roads
friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn in
from contact needed from those I repell
because I feel boorish, painfully thin,
and on my magnified faults I must dwell-
These times I yearn for you to save me, you
can soothe this pain, and help me make it through
*NOT* cool said,
April 6, 2007 at 6:09 am
This poem was written by Jason Paul Fox.
It is illegal to reproduce this poem in any way unless the author is clearly credited.
ßΣ§ŦĮλИŦĦЯØΡΞ said,
July 14, 2007 at 1:14 pm
Actually this poem(and all the other poems in this blog) are the creations of Mr.DayWalker! Others(like Jason Paul Fox) copy him ‘coz his poems r so KOOL!!!
Waylander said,
September 4, 2007 at 1:17 pm
Niiice
Jason Paul Fox said,
September 15, 2010 at 10:10 pm
Child, this poem was written in 1985, were you even born yet then?
What makes you think ripping me off is so “Kool?” You are an ass.
-Jason Paul Fox