Tangle Weed

[Dream Wench]

Like a wave you knocked me over

and I tumbled round and round

I could have come to the surface

but instead I chose to drown

Drowning was much better

than being cut up on the rocks

or walking thru a giant mall

while you hunted perfect socks

You sat and drank and talked about yourself

and all your endless needs

the tomatoes I put into your salads

"must be free of seeds"

The seeds were then wrapped up in cellophane

("one by one" you insisted)

the disorder that you suffer from

surely isn't listed

Once the seeds were wrapped in cellophane

they were placed into a paper bag

I had to carry them four blocks away

like a silent slaving hag

When I returned you scowled at me

and said " take an hours bath"

If I didn't emerge smelling "just like a rose"

I had to endure your wrath

Then you put on really loud music

the type I hated to hear

if I didn't smile at the creshendo

you filled my soul with fear

I decided one night I would pack and go

so I headed for the door

you tied me up and shut me down

then laid me on the floor

When I awoke the waves were lapping

quite gently at my face

you stood above me with hands on hips

and called me your "disgrace"

With a final shove and kick from your heel

you rolled me out to the deep

with any luck before too long

I would finally get some sleep

You smiled at first as you held me under

just up to my chin

I saw your eyeballs widen

(then shift about)

as a shark bite did you in !

I tippy toed it back to shore

and untied my tied up hands

with any luck they'll find bits of you

amongst the shifting sands

C September 16 2003 Dream Wench

[Rosalinda]

Wow! That's was a very good one, Dream Wench!

You have an amazing perspective.

[Cap'n Crusty]

Reminds me of one I did about a woman who almost swayed me into destroying my family:

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Push me, pull me

Steering my life off course

Like the balding tire on my car

Pulling me toward that twisted guardrail

Where the last life was taken

Push me, pull me

Self control like stripped rack & pinion

Careening wildly through the night

Images of long-dead lovers

Beckon like sirens from the abyss

Push me, pull me

Two tires on pavement

Two in thin air

Chewing through my brake lines

She draws me closer to the ledge

Push me, pull me

Like suicide, so selfish

Wanting only what my soul was told to desire

Swerving to the wrong side

Almost took out that family of five

Push me, pull me

Cut the wheel hard

Vision clears, the wind carries the voice from my ears

That was too close for comfort

Won’t ever fall asleep at the wheel again

[Dream Wench]

Glad ta be entertainin' wit me Poems..pleased ya like 'em..an' pleased ta be readin' whats around..from others ta share ! The expansion o consciousness..be a might fyne gift....

[cpts plesur wnch]

Wow those were both amazing!