Unnamed E., by Charles Stover Subscribe to rss feed for Charles Stover

Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump.
There she is, here she is.
Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump.
Here with me now, me now.
And I mean ME now... now... now.

Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump.
There she is, here she is.
Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump.
With me here tonight
To spend the night, to live the night,
To live it away, to dream and play,
To laugh and love and hold and feel,
To feel the love and hold onto laughs
For now, for then, forever.

Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump.
The corner of my eye, the apple of my eye.
Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump.
She sits, she rests, she thinks, she sweats,
She's tense, she wonders, I wonder: what's she wondering?
With silent thoughts from both ends, all I hear...
Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump.
Posted: 2009-03-18 03:13:02 UTC

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2009-04-06 21:10:47izzy
WOW this is amazing. i can really relate to this. i really like the style of the poem, it's intresting and different.