Being ran over, I walked; Being crushed, By love, With love, I walked; I walked to my car Not knowing Her destination, My nav system, In my car Not knowing Astronomy Of stars twinkling A smile upon her face, Her hair in a curve, And space time colliding I crashed down, Stood straight, Stopped walking straight Ready to be fired upon At a wall My back to it And I'm cold Cold here in bed But you called at least; Call my number, Call my name Call me sweet again, Remember those flowers I wanted to give you?-
My mad schizophrenic, My mad loud Love, My me being You being My being Love A sickle, yes A wheat A weed A love My heart a cross A pin Unpin me, Cross me Out of here This lonelyness Thus my empty space Here alone in bed In my room Waiting eternities -
And all she wanted
ReplyDeletewanted
WANTED
DESIRED
AND DESIRED
WAS HERSELF
AS UPON TO
THE CROSSING
CROSSING
ME
JUST SOME GUY
NOW MAN.