the scoreboard is still up
broken down over the years
it has been awhile
you’ve been hiding
i know you’re still kicking
i can see the fog like breath from your den
i can smell it;
old stained blood eyes
you must be waiting for my back to turn
but i am done with you
i know you will stay
but that was our last bout
this won’t be about
you anymore
we will just love to love
enjoy every minute of it
no regrets just memories
forget the rejection
the anger
the hate,
the red door marked do not enter
but is always open-
let’s lock it together
wear the key around your neck
hitch the fear stone across a pond
watch every ring break away
let’s love more than anything else;
we walked away
again again & again
we find the same place
on time or another
we slow the train to jump off
only to chase it back down
i wonder
what we missed
while running on the outside
i want the whole world-
you can’t have it
you’re over reachin’
don’t bother tryin’-
i want it all-
stop sleepin’
always dreamin’
this life isn’t for you boy
give up dreamin’-
this world is mine,
all mine-
in for a bruisin’
crusin’ on empty streets boy just lose it
the streets are callin’
come back just lose it-
maybe their right;
but maybe
maybe not
always late
the face wandering home
left right left
head down
whip at the sound of a screech
a slow turn back
left right left
nothing new
still the same piece of trash
that they left last week
left right left
she didn’t show up
candle wax spills over double chocolate
sweet sixteen.
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
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
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
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
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
