[Jeff]

I fell in love today
I got married today
it only took two hours
we talked about everything
and there's nothing to say tomorrow
hurry up 27 come so I can be living my life

I got sick so I took a shower
to wash my allergies off my skin
I stripped off everything, clothes, loose hairs
dead everything
dead all of it
it's too late at night to call again

In my dreams, I cut my hair
it's uneven so I keep cutting
my baldspots get deeper
I give myself the same looks in the mirror
In my dreams I break my teeth
I pull them out and try to put them back in
they slide around in my gums
in the blood
It's getting later and I can't call again

where is my mind? I can't think. I can't play chess
that's what you said cause we're both going crazy
and we both know it but we've got tonight
or we did
and we both knew what we were doing
and we did it perfectly
and you played that conversation like the piano
too fast, but perfect on almost every note
and I played it like the guitar
sloppy chords and chopped up rhythm
repeating, starting again, but
the romanticism, the courage that counts
gave me worship-leader swagger

though you may never call again

[RobertF]

I've read this poem a few times and have found nothing "wrong" with it, except that maybe it's too good as are your other poems. Well done, Jeff.

[Kenningclutter]

Quite good. Perhaps a bit melodramatic? I don't know.

I love your avatar. Arcade Fire rules.