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Dec 2010
the washer stopped working and i've got a soiled mind to clean,
hope has almost left me, driving down I-5, toward oncoming traffic,
my shoes no longer fit and I thought I was already a grown boy,
this is what the fish must have felt like when they starting growing legs,
I wonder if they knew they learned to walk to die,
I'll give them credit, they did a good job growing up, but did a bad job when it came to swing the bat,
if it was a meteor, but could have been  a volcano or the ice, I still don't know.
I don't know if baby jesus birthed me or if we have that common ancestor,
I think they stopped believing so they stopped eating, then waited for something else, they waited too long,
so I'm guessing they never knew when they took those first steps.

We began inventing before we began creating,
I bet star trek could clean a soul with the touch of a red button,
I don't know if hope can crash but surely he can't die,
maybe hope, I'll see you in hell, your driving just to end it,
because you wouldn't drive to leave me, I think i let you go,
I'm having trouble remembering but I promise I stopped drinking, slowed down, at least I tried.

Roller coaster rides end in bird baths, the birds aren't clean anymore,
I see them ******* to each other, all they say is "****".
I heard them, made me laugh, the little bird held up a wing I think he was giving me the finger,
how quickly a frown replaces a face, good thing I had my BB gun,
he sure fell fast, I had nothing against his friend, but I learned me a lesson: all accomplice's must die.
Fly little birdy, each flap equals one pump before you crash.
I made a river and didn't need a shovel, my tears were enough, I made little paper boats and set them on fire, I gave those little birds a  little ceremony,
I found three pearls in their charred remains.
The stars have told me they've been reborn, I'm still young, they might live to meet me.

The birds are living dinosaurs, did you know? I guess they still have hope,
but its only because they can fly, which is why they **** on car doors,
can't blame them, I'd do it too perched on top of a tree, cause I'd just need three ***** of my two wings to get up and go. No need to run. I found their secret.

I don't believe angles can fly
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was listening to cocorosie at the time
Written by
Christian
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