Page Break
Rustle and flip
Scribble and rip
Fold and save for later.
Crumple and skew
Dog-ear, too
Roll down to a taper.
Burn and tear
Is someone there‽
Yeah, but they’re just paper.
Fluttering in
A gale force wind
That’s howling through
A crater.
Rustle and flip
Scribble and rip
Fold and save for later.
Crumple and skew
Dog-ear, too
Roll down to a taper.
Burn and tear
Is someone there‽
Yeah, but they’re just paper.
Fluttering in
A gale force wind
That’s howling through
A crater.
Make a move.
Don’t move.
Still a move,
Either way.
Loosen up.
Tighten up.
Still a screw,
Either way.
Back down.
Throw down.
Battle ground,
Either way.
Tap out.
Punch out.
Same fight,
Different day.
We’re in a room painted blue,
By the TV screen.
Now it’s red, now it’s white,
Now electric green.
Try to say something funny,
And it comes out mean,
But you get it, so you laugh,
And it’s real and clean.
We’re in a room painted grey,
By the TV screen.
You’re my favourite show.
Roll credits.
End scene.
That your jaw cocks to the right
When you’re out of comebacks,
And that you rub your chin
When you’ve got a good one lined up?
That your words shrink in inverse
Proportion to the size of your feelings,
And that you smell the way a warm shower
After a long swim feels?
That between the broken stones of you,
And the soul sucking black mass of me,
We make some amazing fucking tarmac?
‘Cause I knew that.
Did you?
Now I know why people kill themselves in bathtubs. Shit’s relaxing as fuckkkkk
You know which one.
Between sending them a song,
And singing them one.
Between fixing their hair,
And being the reason it’s tousled.
It’s the biggest inch you’ve ever seen,
This gap.
The one between wanting a hug
And settling for the warmth of proximity.
Shoutout to all the songs that got me through a rough patch, but I no longer listen to because they helped, but they also remind me of all the reasons I needed them in the first place. :-