like Romeo and what's-her-name
heard her friends when they argued against me
kept my soul unknown so i'd be classified empty
and there was word after word but none categorized me
sing along to the instrumental
played her game without paying attention
deformed sentence structures till it became an addiction
still the little wave walks while the tsunami wishes
better days in a better haze
she killed me seventy seven times
with a backwards beat and garage sale rhymes
lines and lines and lines and lines
scribbled little works of art
i start to stare and then i stare
for indeterminate lengths of time
mesmerized by her eyes
the dialogue left unscripted
her slow saunter down to the corner store
a whole world to explore
pause at the stoplight
and all she sees is a universe impervious
a sunset so harmonic
chitchat, sounds from traffic and i'm
looking wayward and beat up
Colossus feeling miniscule
now we're antiheroes
like Aqua Teens
our best intentions gone all conflict of interest
in the indelible swirl of the ever and ever
and are we ever together enough?
By schanzilla
© 2010 schanzilla
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