from slippery smooth to the broken edge, iceskating
I’d rather not typify
round up, coral, or classify
I’d rather breathe in excess from you to me
add together forever golden tomorrow
one day they’ll measure and figure in disbelief
oxygen turns everything with who we are to rust
a scab ripped up, from blood to dust
the traffic lights are temporary, to color each their own,
they’re going to do as they must, sanctify your body,
with prayers while it’s connected to the bone,
They will find you then condemn you, same as the just,
whether in a cell or a home, death will find you alone.
Don’t want to be the bystander, the doctor, nor
the psycho with a knife,
used to close down the gin holes with hope, dancing
to, “Oh, what a night”.
May as well lover her proper,
all the nets set never caught her,
now she’s a dream for the slaughter,
She’s one of those things, cast away,
Get your pound of flesh for free, in the dark, go and saunter,
She knows nobody ever did want her,
Everyday that goes by makes her a stranger to her heart.
she has seen her limit and anybody else s dark.
Being a child, gathering to taunt her. The only excuse she makes for herself,
maybe you didn’t show it, how did it get to be, the more you beat me, “how did you think
I would lay down forever, let me say this with clarity,
no moment ever becomes permanently.
How could I let you do this? One day I woke up and became a parody.
It wasn’t what I wanted, I had to plead, inevitably, what gets broken gets tossed out free,
”He may look exactly like me, even I know that isn’t any way to be."
