Wednesday, February 23, 2011

let it be reprise

When I find myself in times of trouble, I realize she won't come to me like in the Beatles song, or at all.
Actually, she might run away and quickly replace me with a new jacket or pair of shoes.
Damn.
Darts isn't what I wanted to play but now I'm red and something is flying right at me,
better duck and get out of the pond
it's wet and dangerous and... why would anyone even want to go there in the first place?
Good question, better answer but I'm not telling
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
OK fine
When the night is cloudy, a light shines in front of me,
shines until tomorrow to help me see
to see everything clearly
incredibly, I ... closed my eyes,
deeply
until I saw a picture appear
it was born when her hands vacillated in my mind under streaks of eight primaries
the cold air around me melted like paint and then she did it again, and again
the song ended and she finished creating me and destroying me
with fireworks
Boom!
and then it was over and nothing else happened.

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