Friday, September 24, 2010

Let's get a bottle of red
Dance to some Led
Then hit the bed.


Like an M80
I watched her explode
Before my eyes
I stepped aside,
Escaping flesh devouring 
Shards of shrapnel 
Bursting out; 
Remnants of a combusted heart.


I've found myself on this path
Curved and rocky, behind;
Ahead, steep inclines.  
I can't see the finish line
Even if I could 
I wouldn't know it 'till I'm there
Breathe in deep the mountain air
Keep moving, 
On this walk, 
There's no stop.
No looking back,
Because we can't turn around
Never walk those steps again
Everything behind is a memory
Everything ahead; a mystery
Up the trail I climb
Wonder what's on the other side
Of course at every fork in the road,
I choose the more overgrown,
Because this is the adventure known.  


I think he hates me 
Because the two bucks
I spend on coffee
Barely covers the AC
Slippin out the door
As I slip in.  


Her hands were my ocean
I'd swim in them all day
Her iris was a pimento 
And I wanted to pluck it from her eye
Her fingers like talons
I let her tear my flesh
Her mouth was a violinists bow
I really loved her song
Her skin was my summer

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