I gave you yours
You gave me mine
The sewer’s innocent
We walked for miles
Time to time
In soles that didn’t fit
Our arms they fell like chandelier
The climax of a play
Then died like Dylan Thomas done
We knew no other way
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I gave you yours
You gave me mine
The sewer’s innocent
We walked for miles
Time to time
In soles that didn’t fit
Our arms they fell like chandelier
The climax of a play
Then died like Dylan Thomas done
We knew no other way
Whatever is the point
I’ll be on the edge
Sincerity’s an ashtray
A speech impediment
It’s senseless to sense this
phase from May to June.
These fences stand defenseless
like guards on duty do.
In truth there are no changes
or phases of the moon,
it’s just a formed perspective,
outsiders share the view.
The romantic in me
Wants to kick the charade
And love you less like Shakespeare—
But it’s this Portrait
Of Dorian Gray that’s damned me Wilde
I don’t dare
I don’t really know
Exactly what I am
Perhaps a shadow of my former self
Turned inside out
Back to his former self
Like a Ferris Wheel spins
I can be any focused face in the crowd
Though I don’t know the difference anymore
And we’re too old for carnival games
We were so full of dread
Neglect and forlorn
That it made us invincible
And Oddballs to others
I’m a writer at my worst
Never at my best
In the belly of the beast
I’m boiled like the rest.
So now all we get is tomorrow.
While yesterday’s dreams unravel.
Ticking like a clock are we
ever able to grasp the moment?
Present in ourselves,
though hardly in another.
Tomorrow’s but a shadow
hurrying to catch up.
Life ain’t always about
doing the things you want to do,
more likely than not it’s
doing the things you have to do.
And maybe some cool shit along the way.
I am, it seems
A coward
To my own fate
Except when
A bumper sticker
Tells me different
And not to believe
Everything I think.