These potholes keep me bouncing
Sounds like creaking steel beams
Reminding me that I need to replace my shocks
In this dark desolate alley I find myself within
This monster you can’t see
I am inside of him
The pain rushes away
Through the iron gates I prance
Like a cat burglar I dance
Counting the windows that you told me of
Two, three, four, you are five
Stretching open this screen already starting
To feel serene
Catching my hand
On this nail I feel subtle, blood emerging
Disrobing has never been faster than this
Flashes of riding my bike in the rain
I’m six years old and this dark street
Remains the same
The way you hold me so close
Tugging at this black skirt like a towel
Reaching up my hand swells as well as my-
Finally dressed you are the way I see
The movie I always order but have yet to be
The school bell rings at ten and I’m older again
Running from class back to your arms
Skipping over these cracks in the sidewalk
I give you my arms forever emotional
These black-hand cuffs you scorn me with
Shocking me, scraping my skin, they feel too tight
Realizing this fight is my glory
My hands locked away
Pulling my hair loving the way you hurt me this way
On my knees I beg for mercy but as the daylight
Seeps away
I grow older in this alley
If only my father could see me now
His boy all aloud and taught
With you I am caught
You stand so tall overshadowing the moonlight
Thrashing me around you inhale this scent
Your blood splashing in my mouth
Stinging
So softly it runs through my teeth
Spitting you away
Somehow you caught me
Again today
Drifting back to sleep
Again with the television on edge
Finding the corners of my bed
My feet just dangle and tap
This rush is my lust and forever does fade away
The darkness keeps me so warm
Spilling all over me like a swarm
The deep pacific blue
Seeping these gums I chew
You always kill me like this
Feeling your knees
Buckling we charge this wall
Caressing together we fall
Into the night again
Takes so much longer these days to come back
This pain I love it all so black
Like taking a hot shower in the dark
Too ashamed
To see the light
I scrub this dream
Away
Taunting the fact that this just may be
Another wet dream
Of you and me
Rolling around this bed
Sifting through these playgrounds in time
Awakening in my mind
Safe and sound
Like a silly painted clown
No red nose
No red balloons
Just the sun
Coming up and this little red cut
In the palm of my hand
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