9.28.2007

Amend goodbyes

Live as much like you should have. throw the microphone through the ground and yell.

Every one's our perfect hour. every one's our setting scene.

And what i recognize from settling smiles doesn't matter now because i'm torched and torn. the sheets have gone the wrong way, winded by the pressing fate of handshakes when all i want. all i need. all i care to steal and see is so fucking close.

So struggle meaning.

Salted lips and melodrama.

Keep my time for counter theology.

Wishing it was better. wait and sleep. carve silhouette dreams.

Make the name and wake up.

Write it long across the ceiling.

A Responsible Person.mp3

2 comments:

Toddy said...

Wometimes, just sometimes, I am made interested in writing poetryesque again. This is one of those times.

Toddy said...

That first word really ought to be "sometimes."