What goes up will come in for a landing
The belligerent crash
I'm done trying
For the cushion of wheels spun in a coast to grace
There's too much doing
Every push has me slithering
Through the spittle of lies
Spurting from vicariously indignant mouths
In their search for how hard to work to work less
To help just enough
My naive and belatedly terminated youth
I blame you
More than the latchkey existence
Left to me to **** the boredem with hope
In spite
The breakdown anti-hero prays
For a time everything is a fire in the positive
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
All this bone
will be sprinkled with rust
Through dust of collapsing cables
and trust
But we will be here
to love
as we must
We got time
sister
To love
as we trust
We got time
brother
To fall
as we lust
But no beat
nor x
nor world-winded hex
can fight the flight and ignite the light
Just lookin to the left
or right
We are up to come down
in our time to fall out
the go-round
in the games
about town
But the petals
and buildings
all bill for the dead
when stuffed
in long boxes
coats filled with lead
We once were and then not
Were but wasn't
in the eyes of the tried
and hands of the tired
and fight to be true
now severed for sake of
ordered bewilderment
left without cue
in the lies and the cries
of
sometime tomorrow
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 3:55 PM UTC