Gone. AOWL N/S.
Where did it go?
I can’t find you!
Not when you’re pounding the cement and rivaling the sound of my wrist watch,
Listen, listen, she whispers…
Who is she?
I only have half a clue, because the other half is pitch dark,
But thank God for this eye-lid that closes, why isn’t it redundant?
Is it because half of me worries we are fucked; and the other half says fuck it?
Understand the dilemma? I have personalities that are bi-polar,
And my disorder revokes my ownership to one of the owners.
So if you ask me for a story? I would tell you which one…
And if you ever want to be ME? It’s only natural that I say pick one.
You have options… You could be a smart ass or just sans the smart.
But if I’m honest, piano is the wrong class and you would bang the drum.
Because I don’t aspire to inspire, but I could be your rope to hang with
And if you seek a joy ride? We can take the road to a different language.
So what’s your fix? Because she whispers and I listen,
While your heart is on the deck, and the tick tock of your heart is the banging drum,
And she is the jamming gun,
Just stay quiet and
Listen, listen,
I am anything you want me to be, diversity is my strength,
Anguish is my gift, released with all its sins.
Do me!
Don’t do me…
Fucked or fuck it…
I am this line,
Feel me as I feed you and...
Watch me vanish.
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