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Pigeons Watch Me Shower
Contributed by
SunflowersAndTea
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Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 10:15:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
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5:07 A.M. groggy eyed I stumble out of bed,
Smushing the sleep from my eyes with the palm of my hand,
Sweaty from bittersweet dreams, like chocolate...
Clouding my Memory, my grasp;
And so I pad into the bathroom in my mismatched pajamas,
Cringing as I turn on the light.
I squint my eyes shut tighter and tighter,
Turning the spigot,
and waiting, and waiting, and waiting,
For the burning water my skin is craving.
As I step in, peeling off the pajamas,
Peeling off the second skin of sleep,
Begrudgingly waving at the new day,
Greeting it with a mumble and a shrug.
Goosebumps attacking my body as the water seeps into the marrow of my bones,
The bones of my life. Closing my eyes, hesitantly,
Hesitantly waking as the water,
Pours and sprintzes and Squirts into my slity morning eyes.
Squinting through the water, Through the spotty glass of the shower,
There is no curtain.
And a half smile crosses my face.
I don't mind.
Nothing to hide or conceal, my teenage-nakedness,
Pale, tinted yellow by the light, looking
Skin riddled with angst, but no more, no less.
And yet no one, not a soul,
Can see me shower.
Save the pigeons.
Who flutter on the outside ledge, by the window.
Watching, watching...
I stand there, lathering my hair with a shampoo that smells of something I wouldn't be able to pronounce;
a chemical perfume made in some lab, somewhere, somehow-it doesn't matter.
All that matters is
The pigeons, watching me, naive,
For they don't understand, for they have not tasted the fruit
of the tree of knowledge of good and evil,
(And we have just began to whet our appetites)
They see a human, nothing of consequence,
They simply, curiously, nervously watch like toddlers,
Stumbling in on their parents making love in the kitchen.
And there I stand, Mind racing, head aching,
yakking, screaming, whispering bullying self-critical reverberating madness,
Over and over and over.
And still the alarm clock in the master bedroom,
Reads 5: 53 A.M.
As the pigeons watch me shower,
Mocking me for my black/white/black/whitish wings,
Never as gray and silky soft as theirs.
Standing there, eyes wide open.
Not moving, only thinking,
Of the day to come,
And the pigeons:
who watch me shower.
Copyright ©
SunflowersAndTea
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2005-09-27 22:15:57]
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by Darkhorse71 on
Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 10:49:43 PM AEST
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What a creative way of looking at something so mundane most of us never think about it!!! I loved the way you added in the pigeons.
A very exhilerating write!!!
peace and hugs, john |
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by expired_promises on
Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 11:53:25 PM AEST
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wow very vivid very powerful, brings alot of thoughts up
nice job |
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by Pisces101 on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 02:03:35 AM AEST
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i love this poem... you are wonderful. this poem made me very happy. i'm so tired of all the dark, phsycotic poetry. good job. keep it up!
sarah |
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by Wachumiri on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 03:58:06 AM AEST
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I'd accuse you of being psychotic and weird, but I've written a poem about the number 22..., so, yeah. I have no ground, unless I wish to be a pot, and call a kettle black. You're psychotic and weird. But that's ok. If this world had only normal people, who would laugh at them? Think about it. Still, you caught me off guard with the title.
Anyhow, I like it. It's good.
Take care.
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 05:53:41 AM AEST
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Very unique, creative write.
Heck ya gotta be a bit psychotic to survive on this planet.
Who wants to be normal? Certainly not me.
good work.
huggs, smiles,
emy |
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by inoc on
Friday, 30th September 2005 @ 05:57:21 PM AEST
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| I think this one is a special write and not weird or strange...special in a way that takes this poem to a higher level....thanks for submitting this and can't wait to read more like it maybe? |
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by WAE on
Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 01:27:15 PM AEST
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| A nice story, first of all. Interesting counter-positioning... I will have my eye on your writings... |
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Re: Pigeons Watch Me Shower
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by Spike on
Sunday, 20th November 2005 @ 06:33:17 AM AEST
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Another very mundane, every day act imbued with a quiet and unmasked beauty. Pervy pigeons? cooo-oor!!
Spike |
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