Soma Poem by Alex Ranedo klein

Soma:




Soma,
Soma,
So much I couldn't help,
So what, you 'I' ask, and yes!
I can't help it!
But I planned this,
That's the insides of this rough veneer,
That's your truth that I shout for!

Screwing lines,
even to you myself,
me, I'm just covering up,
designing little verses and little,
dances

I have to admit I danced,
not just for me but,
primarily,
for show,
too many times

Why too many?
Leave, leave me

Not this,
again,

not the inevitable,
this alone! Again!

Who wants to hear that!
Looked over your shoulder when you danced
Beady eyes