1...
A Night
i was talking to the stars
but they kept saying
over and over again
that they couldn’t understand me
the night sky
was slowly confused
and the moon
half its former self
winked but less than last week
i yelled at the dark
at the night
at the absorption of all my reflected light
i waved my fist at the breeze this night
the breeze waved back as the wind
the breeze waved back as a draft
what a fight
what a night
2...
With a “K”
i spell knife with a “K”
cause teachers don’t lie
there's a silent fucking “H”
in when where and why
“X” is fucking “Z”
and its “I” before the “E”
and some stupid fucking rule
about after fucking “C”
3...
Heading NNW
i'm travelling to see you
stuck in the back
of a greyhound bus
the trip is slow
my heart is heavy
so i'm counting all your smiles
melting the miles
and soon
i'll be at your side
4...
i could taste the colours
i could taste the colours
and see the sounds
i could touch and feel
without my hands
i could hear the odours
and smell the taste
i was all i was nothing
i was one with the waste
i wasn’t here
i wasn’t there
i could feel
but i didn’t care
i was you
and you were me
i closed my eyes
so i could see
Thank you!
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
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