I never thought to write you down until this moment
and if i hadn't you wouldn't even exist , a harsh laid out complexity
inside my legs, a fatty thigh hidden behind burnt out matchstick jeans
the small ignition to a well driven soul whose mileage comes with memories.
and if this war were to come down to my freedom?
my very right to speak the words love peace happiness
i would
i would in the momentary reach or adrenaline anger fear and honor i would.
given the chance to be free given the chance to live
i could not live from phrase to phrase given by someone else
"speak when spoken to."
and
I saw her soul that day
the day that was so long and so fast that it blurred by me in years.
the years she spent choked by man whose love she did not understand
and whose personality reeked of royalty.
"His Grace"
grace of a man who would betray his humanity as quickly as his politics
if merely given the chance, politics were only politics
and the heir his wife could not give him was only a child
just like his love, a love that was small and nearly unconcieved inside the womb of the beating steel weight beneath his pleated jacket.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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