I wrote a new poem based off of one of my favorite songs by The Velvet Underground, written by Lou Reed. The song also features in one of my favorites movies, The Royal Tenenbaums by Wes Anderson. I hope you like it and also listen to the song…
The seashells call at the edge of the ground
From the seven points of the world
and she doesn’t hang up the phone.
still, no one answers her.
She’s done playing the door
which no one cares anymore
She wants to know why she tries
for those she hates much so
She calls at the edge of the ground
But no one’s there to sound,
they think she has gone.
But is this good or bad?
She not afraid of dying
She’s so cold like Alaska
That people start to confuse her.
But its all in her mind?