Poetry from the 2000's
October 25, 2005 7:03 a.m. pdt
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

 

"Lodgings"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
October 25th, 7:03 a.m. pdt

 

I've been living in limbo, near a decade or more,
Moving into this limbo I knew not what was in store
For me, only that I escaped the relationship from hell
And in time, accepting of this hellish place as well.
Moving many myriad times throughout the
course of my life
Escaping one dungeon for another one's strife
Trying to maintain happiness with screaming neighbors
Day after day it's the same ridiculous labors.
My roommates are legend, and I can't stand them at all
But they remain friends, my critiques have to stall
I have changed, perhaps not for better
And I don't like my attitude
I would love to just leave
For another long or short latitude.
Right now, I feel skittish, and hopeless, and irritable
Who knows what life brings to the plate at the table?

Now that I've met you, I hope maybe we'll couple
And find a home for ourselves before my situation buckles
The cat hair and beer cans will all disappear
And then I would always have you standing near
It's only been minutes in the tight scheme of time
The lines of our lives haven't had time to rhyme
We're still feeling our way along early love's path
But our home situation is causing us wrath

Now you too want out of your place and your home
Bubbling animosities, irrationalities breathing foam
I listen to you imply that your situation is untenable
And I want to caution you not to stay unbendable
Little thoughts of unrest will fester and boil
Causing your wanting to flee home, hearth, and soil.

Give me a chance to build a life with your dear
Don't play with fire out of searing cold fear
There's lots of trauma involved in moving I know
I have moved so many times and have nothing to show

I wish I could build you a dream house right now
And present you a gift far from your familial strife
I look in my crystal ball but presently just don't see how
So wherever you land, I hope you're still in my life.

Living in Limbo is not the best occurance
Living in perfection is of course the best deterrance
Someday I hope to live in your perfection
But know I will support your life wherever it's direction



Poetry 2005

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