Friday, October 12, 2007

unfaithful friendship

Jack sits on the kitchen table
Empty.
Come stumbling in
morning after morning
Looking for comfort.
The fly on the wall doesn't know what's wrong.
Shaking like a coked epileptic
He runs through my flooded veins
Leaving me wanting more.
He's been my rock for so long
Singing songs that resolve me like my life never will
Drowning away my tragic sorrows.
Stomach acid finds a way to make me sick
again, dead silence,
da-dum, da-dum, da-dum
I can hear my own heart beating
Faster and faster.
The essence of him still lingers
Swimming in a pool of quick sand
I reach up to grab his hand
and come back down with an empty bottle.
He let me down.
Silence always told me what I needed to know
And now
All I need
Is one word.
One word to save me.


Just a piece I was working on one day while I was bored.

1 comment:

glazeddonuts said...

Your boredom makes some nice momentum, then. I mean the speed the piece builds up. ~R