Blow me out.
Just keep exhaling.
You know we’re failing.
Do it. Until I am no more than a distant mist.
I’ll turn to cloud and then to rain.
Either way I’ll end up in a drain.
But maybe just maybe..
I will fall in a stream.
Or end up in someone’s soaking dream.
So blow me. Blow me well.
Because your breath is purgatory but your lungs are hell.
You’re not really a rebel, are you?
With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.
You sit on a bike that you can’t ride
You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.
You walk with a swagger but have no sway
Your ridiculous stories give you away
Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort
Although you really do nothing of the sort.
You like heavy-metal fine.. ok
You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’
You’re mean though
I’ll give you that.
Shut me out of life
Make me feel like a twat.
You’re a rebel without a reason
I committed no crime or treason.
I wanted you and that was all
Your worst crime was to pretend to fall
You’re full of crap and rather crass
You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.
You are tied to me at just the tip
While you wave in the sky
The root of you is always with me
So flow in the wind
Because in the end you won’t fly away.
You won’t split
You will stay.
Your glycerin love washes over me
I’m in a lather
A right palava
Soaked to the bone with your sudsy desire
Wet but no fire.
I’m bubbling at the skin
Living in soapy sin.
You slip and slide
Giving me hope
Soap on a rope
But with every rub and scrub
Every wallow and soak
And nobody mourned her death
Except for a single white rose that bobbed in the wind
And from the corner of my eye reminded me of her return in the morning
Soft and cautious on the gravel
Her miaow catching the wind
Her little soul my only companion on many a rainy day.
I won’t go where you want me to. Won’t lie where you think I will.
I am always on the sill.
I will stand on your shoulders and when you can no longer bear it
I will take hold of a branch and climb like an ape.
Up, up, up, I will go.
You’re too slow
You can’t hold on,you see?
I am earth and sky.
I walk. I fly.
Unable to be pinned.
Tuna not tinned.
To swim in the sea.
Animal. Cannibal. Bird.
I move with the herd.
You lag behind my friend.
I’m not saying it’s the end.
It’s definitely not the beginning.
Somewhere in the middle.
Somewhere wild and open
Don’t ruin it with ‘hopin’.
(c)Slumpless(originally posted 30.03.17)
We cling to each other like limpets
As wretched storms howl above
Hurling light back and forth
Havoc outside our beautiful bliss.
Angry seas won't take you from me
Nor greedy fingers searching for salty mouthfuls
Your softness is mine tonight
Your ebb and flow
The angry mass can come and go
But now the winds have calmed
And gull cries can be heard again
The floating remnants of unfortunate wrecks
Will keep us buoyant
And though we may feel a chill
All around us the water is still.