Crimson
June 7th, 2006
By Archived Story
Crimson
By Benjamin Faltesek
Carelessly caring, mindlessly sharing,
I went through meetings never meant to meet
While, through capillators thoughtless bearing,
Our minds bead on anti-absorbent sheets.
How now brown cow? too true blue moo she said
To you and I as we lay fitful dying.
His throat and wrists ran crimson as he bled,
Departed, and never thought of crying.
Trying to put conjecture into verse
Goes easier with a little liquor,
But the headache next morning makes it worse
And shows better goes not always quicker.
Quicker to go by gas, they told him blithely,
Shut their doors and argued when to snicker
Just enough and when one’s soul grows lively.
At last I turned away and let them bicker.
