I'd rather
chill in some place
and burn an L
with you,
than let my tongue
get live
in any other
larynx
that never knew your name,
I'd rather
read a bad book
in your name
than a good book
in someone else's,
I know
that I was looking
at a landform
and not a landmass,
a being
more
than a thing,
what I want to know,
is why we leave each other alone
when no one
is an island
and there are no boatless
harbors?
I'd rather capture
your laughs
as I cup my ears,
and your tears
in the stern
of my fears.
I'd rather be
a relic
and possibly
a fuel
rather than
a nautilus
with nothing in its shell
to give.
I've taken the boat out
and the oars
trip up on grass
as I paddle through the bay of the asylum
across lime oceans
contracting scurvy
from too much fertilizer
and not enough fruit.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
I'd rather
chill in some place
and burn an L
with you,
than let my tongue
get live
in any other
larynx
that never knew your name,
I'd rather
read a bad book
in your name
than a good book
in someone else's,
I know
that I was looking
at a landform
and not a landmass,
a being
more
than a thing,
what I want to know,
is why we leave each other alone
when no one
is an island
and there are no boatless
harbors?
I'd rather capture
your laughs
as I cup my ears,
and your tears
in the stern
of my fears.
I'd rather be
a relic
and possibly
a fuel
rather than
a nautilus
with nothing in its shell
to give.
I've taken the boat out
and the oars
trip up on grass
as I paddle through the bay of the asylum
across lime oceans
contracting scurvy
from too much fertilizer
and not enough fruit.
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