Couching Words (Poem)

Couching Words

Scratching out your skeletons
Upon my yellow pad
Confess them all, without a doubt
Your secrets are quite bad

Nothing to do with "them" and "they"
Your dreams a mere concoction
Nightmares tagged in silky ink
Stop bidding on that auction

Lay right back, I'm tuning you out
Dem bones are rapping louder
Heard it all time and again
Always been a real doubter

Session's over, grab your pills
Toss your tissue, dry your cheeks
This dirty couch has got to go
Next appointment in two weeks!

(c) Expressions by Christine 6/23/11