Monday, February 26, 2007

Rubix Cube Part Two

there's a part one.



the broken glass in the air did stall
i can recall, when Autumn did fall
we walked along a lonesome hall
telling each other of the things we loved
how much we enjoyed the things that used to be coy
our lost mission on this planet was to dissect the story
losing ourselves on that long lonesome trek
finding the roots to be the bean stalk
we climbed and climbed until we parted
lost in the clouds, never looking back at where we started
we fell to the abyss and were surrounded by darkness
lights entailed the things she displayed as envious
daily routines formed the battle scenes
a midnight kiss inclined the twist
the words said were nothing at best
i should have died, but i survived
living in the shadow of the past
i told her i loved her, it didn't last
her jigsaw tendencies were a gasp for air
drowning in the things, she acted like she cared
this was the last time i gave her the stare
became a loyal puppy to the life she entailed
frustrated in the moment, shaving it off with Nair
it was then, thinking in the shower, that i gave myself power
impressed was the least to say at her ability to make me cry
looking through the glass told me i needed to be fair
but destroying her life wasn't resting in the chair
television screens cracked the day when i fell to the ground
i told her i was done, her tongue shaped like a gun
bullets tore into my flesh as i escaped her hot breath
whirlwinds took the sands and broke the hour glass
weeks had gone by before she passed
I'm standing at our grave
attempting to be brave, the day is stated grey
past the age of eighty and looking headfirst and angry
plowing these fields since she left me a broken window in the sky
laced green, with red pinstripes on my pane
cutting and lashing until i screamed
i dropped
and that was when she examined my cough
the doctor was in, gave me the cheap talk
asked me to fall from the top
so i entered the realm of the flock
i head they ran wild
taking breaths that fell mild
lying in bed pretending to contend
when it was over i rolled to the other side
i grabbed for the sheets, fell back into the ride
sleep sank so deep i couldn't taste my teeth
this was the day i woke up with no sheets
this was the day the Rubix cube used her feet
i watched from afar realizing i wasn't the distant lover
that's what we once were, we became old friends
dying to save our innocence
long distance love extenuating condolences
i turned her in the directions
she was sick of my affections
i broke the glass laced with isolated coincidences.


~Long Lost Long Distance Lovers, find methods of jealousy easy.

Love,
Digress.

1 comment:

TaryLou said...

maybe it's the city
that wraps the lights around me
hangs brightly on the glass
that reflects my stiletto
broken in the bowling alley
by the fish market
and hey sunshines
it's the constant
constant new york
that protects from the
sweet shops
that kill their flavor
when replaced
with delicate
intricate
deliberate
words
that seem to still shine
in the new york lights
and broken bottles
from the south.

but it's that aftertaste,
that lights up new york.

yEStERYEar