The metallic snake, so long and sleek
races along its trail
Predestined tracks it is cursed to follow
And follow it does,
beside roads riddled with mirage waters
Puddles that shine then flee
under the hot ember in the sky
The dusty ground tells sad stories to the sky
Hoping that it may conjure tears to fall
and wet its cracked skin
Black dried out piece of rubber
Once upon a time it helped a Chrysler travel this road
Till the rubber loss grip
and caused the whole journey to come to a halt,
leaving a well dressed man to wonder
and become a meal to the unforgiving wilderness
David Martin
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
You once said the moon would sleep
reflections of a mood so deep
altered states we loved to keep
in boxes painted blue
Was it only us who knew,
How the corn fields danced
to songs sung by the wind and grass
and how your naked body
held the highlights
of all the best reasons to be alive
All the more reason for us to drive
to where the edge of the earth
swallowed shadows
You once said the moon would sleep
and wake up as the sun
just to dry the sweat from off our skin
And ruin all the fun
David Martin
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
What mouths we have. To lie with out words and touch without regret.
Tongues twisting around promises made before we ever really met.
David Martin
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
They said we had it all
Middle American brats
bottom barrel aristocrats
we were told we were
propitious children
left alone to wonder
the bland landscape
of our gated community
to stand in submission
in our lovely subdivision
When things changed
it was us they blamed
or the media
or the influence of the ghetto
so far away
but never did we stray
it all came to us
and that was OK
we wanted something more
then material things
Our parents were there
but never really there
not enough to care
though they thought they were
Asking random questions
drinking their cocktails of
white wine and ******
telling us to turn down the volume
and what kind of ****
were we listening to today
telling us how music was better
back in their day
You gave us the world and in return
we shouldered all the blame
took the blame for all the pain
and were reminded daily of
how things could have been
how things should have been
if only you waited to have kids
And you wonder why we
f*ck and fight
stay up all night
become drunken fools at seventeen
just so we can change the routine
so we can feel alive by slowly dying
cigarette smoke and xanax bars
some percocet then drive our cars
to some place
any place
where someone will tell us that
we are special and unique
beautiful as they touch our cheek
and make us feel human again
smart and talented
more then our cookie cutter
gated box of a life
we have been told since birth
we must carry on
We just want to feel alive
to feel that someone really knows us
deep inside
from front and back
To feel that we are good enough
that its OK to be different
to feel different
and still know you will
love us just the same
and take back some of the blame
to hold us up so we don’t fall
and shatter like glass
from a child to a parent,
is that too much to ask?
David Martin
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
The leaves that fall in late November
are tears that I can still remember
All my words could still not mend her
broken heart that burned like embers
We were both just sweet pretenders
As cold as winds that bring December
David Martin
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Her mind was as amazing as
the big bang.
What a sweet thing
to see her ideas form
on her ****** expressions,
watching them explode in her mind like
a million fire flies.
Each one raining down her throat,
balancing on her tongue,
waiting to be spoke.
Her words were rivers I bathed in
under the stars,
naked,
dreaming of dreaming.
Her world was green eyed tulips
and infinite possibilities.
Engaged, I sat with a crooked smile,
forever wanting to be pulled
deeper,
deeper,
deeper into her mind.
where those ideas were conceived and born
and infant words
cried for the milk
of a welcoming ear.
David Martin
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC