i’ve seen this film before
the title is new
the cast is slightly tweaked
brought in a new female lead
comedy relief rotates out
setting vibrant and quiet
never a sequel,
waits for the paycheck and hits the road
just the same genre
same ending
Tag: Connection
thursday night disco,
it wasn’t better
just not worse
grey matter
transit hearse,
parked outside my bedroom window
driver smoking a spirit
late for the disco
our final pierrot;
you were always taking pictures
body reads like braille
just not how pictured
white veil for sale
sedated
poison breath
days gone by
melting love
daily dose
hate when we curse at each otha’ (hey)
sedated with
dancing gods
filled with love
passion forth
just to sit and lie to each other (eh)
campfire;
i found you,
actually you found me
wounded on one knee
singing the hook of live free,
you make fun of my hair
i loved your passing trains
stories about your loved ones
i still do
i always will
here we are
still telling stories
cut
i didn’t believe
so you left,
your dreams were to big
for my eyes
floating to a planet
that i didn’t know existed,
i see you on tv from time to time
talking about your rhymes in your prime
how you dropped bedtime for a dime,
i remember those times,
you’d like me more now
you’re a beast out in tao
never needed any vow
just someone to do it all with
you came to early
eyes still pearly
walkin’ to 7-11 for a slurpee
not giving a shit
it’s the end of that skit
the human way
it’s only over
when you’ve given up
making the minutes count
all the love we can amount
all the great things we can see
all the great things we can be
i’ll be here tomorrow
on hold-
called to make sure
you were okay
said all the things
that were built up
that none of this matters
just as long
as we had each other,
the conversation felt great,
just wish i had the courage
to dial the numbers
chanting your name;
i can hear your heartbeat
roars like an engine
your joy revs up
louder then fans on opening night
louder then the game from the television,
you look good, happy
four minute mile
sweet defeat
the seals on my lips
taken the identity
we crafted in trusted hands
i release, you.
on record going the extra foot
rolling in those exclusive feats
to run empty on bare feet
running a wild rampage
a breath on weary feet
it’s okay,
to let another
finish this bloody lap
car insurance;
i never wanted this
but here we are
dealing and wheeling
down the highway
going seventy
with a broken mirror
tears in our eyes
a brick for a brake
glue on the wheel
a dollar for safety
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