Tuesday, November 15, 2011

rust

everywhere i stop and everywhere i look and...and turn around..
everywhere i stare and sing a song..
everywhere i feel the callousness uncovering the skin..
and everywhere i go, i leave a cliche behind..

sometimes, i can't avoid the light..
sometimes, i can't fight..
but darling when you hold me down tonight..
we could laugh a bit, we could cry and die a bit..
you could poke fun, make merry and fuck me again bit by bit tonight...

but darling everywhere i go, i feel weighed down and left behind.
everywhere i see, i find a simple life that suits us just fine..
and i feel like peeling off..

so, i leave yet again...on the road traveled by some..
the book of poetry and the black box of our ashes in hand.
humming away a crooked rhyme..
without 'our' penny or dime..
sleep, my love, hold on tight..

everywhere i'll go, i'll stop and look around...
i shall smile and sing a song that suits us fine..
everywhere i go, i leave a cliche behind.. :)

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

nice...ure getting better with time.

scenes from a memory said...

nice enough for you?
would you be my marla singer?i'll be your durden.

Anonymous said...

fight club eh?...you wish...

scenes from a memory said...

dear marla
u want me to ruin your day or night?
choose wisely if you are able to.
:)
wretched peace
I

I've always had that name, I always will said...

@Anonymous : Should you stop and consider why it gets 'better' with time, I dare not glance at you, for I might just catch glimpse of the most guilty falcon from the devil, paid vulgarly to kill 'good' and leave it at the mercy of 'better'.

scenes from a memory said...

just about perfect.