sending you those messages

those things inside my head - call it poetry
haven't always been there,...















Thursday, November 17, 2011

you know what,
keep your filthy lies,
keep them for good,

gone disappear in your mouth,
gone disappear in your music,
gone disappear in your sounds
                                            and your lungs

one request: gone be there forever,
can you keep on dancing, singing, giggling,
                                                 hoping for more

gone stay with you till the end,
loose form, get high,
shine all through, and be reborn
into that good old rock ‘n roll hero,
i once knew.              

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