Sunday, July 08, 2007
Anything and Whatever
Are there any incentives for me to hold this ford , this sandbag wall that has been leaking , bit by bit , dampening my furry bedtime sleepers , making me rooted to the ground, finding it hard to lift my feet. So I should jut my finger into those punctured holes for as long as I can but til the 11th comes? All the frantic and hurry , scramble and haste , sorry and goodnights and nothing-to-say-S , dont give a damn to those holes anymore so if you may, throw me off my defences, chuck those bags aside, let the whole damn ocean run over me, puncture the bags with your bayonets for they wont hurt , only I will.
And then sunny days arrive and the magazines arent flying off their shelves, we build my ford , my wall of confidence, out of stone. Hard rock will last, for long , not forever . A chip and a bang, a tremor and hammer.
Are there any incentives for me to hold this ford , this sandbag wall that has been leaking , bit by bit , dampening my furry bedtime sleepers , making me rooted to the ground, finding it hard to lift my feet. So I should jut my finger into those punctured holes for as long as I can but til the 11th comes? All the frantic and hurry , scramble and haste , sorry and goodnights and nothing-to-say-S , dont give a damn to those holes anymore so if you may, throw me off my defences, chuck those bags aside, let the whole damn ocean run over me, puncture the bags with your bayonets for they wont hurt , only I will.
And then sunny days arrive and the magazines arent flying off their shelves, we build my ford , my wall of confidence, out of stone. Hard rock will last, for long , not forever . A chip and a bang, a tremor and hammer.
why the wall baby, why the wall. I cant hear you well enough from this side , I cant see your lovely face.
the wall baby, the wall , I 'm afraid I cant leave you when I must , so better must we be apart, so close yet a little far
Romeo and his friends with their guns out on the streets in the daylight , do not seek for his love to be all the time within his sight. He who does not whisper words of dear such fine, cannot expect to hear her voice all the time. Forcefully apart they may be, ultimately together but a tragedy.
Time and tide waits for ..... no man?
I cant say I can wait. I can say I might wait.
She'll be no naggy wife and he'll be no irresponsible husband.
not at all.
¶ 3:49 AM
