Monday, November 21, 2011

Cry. Stop. Her.

Cry.   Stop.   Her.
Just one more time with feeling
I coulda been you
I thought  that you knew
I coulda been all of
The lace in your shoes
.. ..
Wiggle and hop
Hobble and stop
Horrible acts and  mistakes in the plot
Trip on a rock, I hope it don’t stop
Don’t say i'd do better
if I wrote you a letter
.. ..
Mending and bending the whole in our time
Coping, disrobing and groping a crime
Morbidly washing all sins in a bath
With crooked bones, i took it home
to meditate upon, and on
.. ..
supply and demand
all worms in their cans
I wish you were here
just to hold my hand 
I know its not right
to fight for such flights
of fancy and things that went bump in the night
.. ..
but I will hold on tight.  
Lest i say goodnight 
to a thousand big dreams 
bidding for the wrong team
mischief is mine.  
I shoulda made a sign.
.. ..
Alert and take caution.
may contain poison . and
some animals bite before saying goodnight
Tuck them in very tight . it may be a long night.
.. ..
Watching for bandits I covet the land
Of potatos tomatoes and men with their hands
Mourning the morning and selling the rest
Fish bakes and outtakes. I’m ready to rest
Be true and be tried.  go in with the tide.

Doesn’t matter what I friend on my way from that place 
courageous with waste, but i couldn't keep pace
Baby baby I’ll say it to your pocket 
I always did wish I could plug you in my socket

Surreptitious and suspicious, he said, 
she said, we’re out of line
This world goes by and quickly. and we all have forever
Forever and ever to change with the weather
I’ll pray for you always.  You , boy from my dream
I’ll grow up.  You’ll shut up.  And we’ll both leave this scene

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