Dime A Dozen
Sit alone, Dead eyes
'Where could they be?'
Missing the pretty sounds
Out they had wandered
From under your guard
Lets then pretend
That there is someone still there
'Lost in the forest,
Drowned out at sea?'
Ask the empty windows,
The steel frames and bolts
There is someone still there
Claimed the tongue of your bard
'Where could they be?'
And they were starring
As you missed the pretty sounds
Dead eyes wander
And no heart is around
The Pigeon are fucking on the sidewalk-
Summer is here again.
'Where could they be?'
Missing the pretty sounds
Out they had wandered
From under your guard
Lets then pretend
That there is someone still there
'Lost in the forest,
Drowned out at sea?'
Ask the empty windows,
The steel frames and bolts
There is someone still there
Claimed the tongue of your bard
'Where could they be?'
And they were starring
As you missed the pretty sounds
Dead eyes wander
And no heart is around
The Pigeon are fucking on the sidewalk-
Summer is here again.
posted by The Duke at 12:38 AM
4 Comments:
I like thias a lot, but I thought the 'no heart is around' line would be good to finish on.
looking forward to some more poetry soon. Please....
Ultra - I disagreed for a long time. Then I decided you were right. I think the last two lines should be remade as the title. Even though watching bull pidgeosn chase around the females was the snowball rolling at the top of mountain... I guess it does belong at the top then!
A - Yeah, the poetry is pretty ebb and flow here. I am trying to write another one personally.
That would be good for the title.
I hadn't thought of that!
Damn snowballs. Alwatys start the most trivial of moments...
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