Friday, February 22, 2013

Downfall

Yeah, it's like that, Baby

Our initials carved inside a heart.

For a good time call-

me

Scrawl my name in colors and in loops - big and curved,
                                                                                  declaring.

You heard I was the one.

I'm a train, whizzing past, fast
      and bright
 with wrecked
        notions.

Song lyrics, catchy -
validating

Put
profundity where it doesn't belong -
                  where I can see it -
 say it short and sweet.

....
has a small...

soul.

I'm a building, tall and old and you're
              defacing value.
You're a break I shouldn't take
           and what's that in my pocket?  I'll
                                                             lock it up
                                                                     in lace,
send with love.

It's late - I shouldn't be here.

You've got my number.

dverse

6 comments:

  1. I'm a train, whizzing past, fast
    and bright
    with wrecked
    notions....nice...really cool piece again...could def hear it read...you've got my number, call for a good time...lol....

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  2. This just flies off the page - a bit like that train...

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  3. You really capture the pace and purpose well.

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  4. haha..so cool...you def. made them talk...the buildings, trains..ha...love the interaction

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