One of these days I think I’ll forget you
Forgot you, pretend the damn bogeyman shot you
Then one of these days I can go on without you
But until then, I can’t wait to see you
Just dreaming of that kiss
And -“Ooohhh”
How I miss the way you –“OH MY”
The thought of it made me scream
And when I woke up from that dream your memory it seemed
To be laughing at me
So I thought
Damn, could it be you really don’t love me
Are you just sipping and savoring my cream
Like you do a cup of coffee
Hmmm… those laughs got me wondering
Am I supposed to keep dreaming never to wake-up
Then tell me why sleep only brings your touch
And why when my eyes lay hold to day’s sunrise
The taste of salt from tears I find
You gotsta’ go, or you gotsta’ stay
Cause lovin’ you in dreams
Ain’t enough these days
So, I choose..You gotsta’ go
And yeah, I know I’ve said it befor’
But now I’ve got what it takes to keep my doors closed
You see, last night I dreamt
Not of your touch or your kiss
But me, standing alone in pitch-black loneliness
It was then I surmised its not you that I miss at all
But the woman who was me
Standing proud with head tall
I woke-up much saner
And planned the remainder
Of my life - Minus you
Let me make it much plainer
When dawn came today the salt no longer was there
And I decided then no more could I bear
You in my life
Prancing in my REM like you own me
And then,
In and out, come and go
Giving me the respect of a two dolla’ whor’
AND YOU STILL HAD THE NERVE TO ASK ME FOR CHANGE
Brother man
This is the hour I rebuke the devour
Take back my power
And be about the three that mean most to
Me, Myself and I
When you asked for a little “some-some”
Did you really think I was that dumb
To give up again what I gave-up before
Maybe YOU need to wake-up
And step your ass out the door
You see
I’m cutting my own piece of the pie
And, HELL NO
You ain’t welcome to a crumb
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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