Saturday, April 16, 2011

addiction

here's the things i hide inside
in plain view for all to see
to write them out in plain words
would be a sore to me
and blasphemy

at every  tick of every clock
an internal prowler rounds the block
and rings a bell which music swells
into my mind its time its time!

Heroin is no fun for me
and keep your pills of ecstasy
they had their time but lost their lime
to a more delightful pantomime

So wheel it in! My lovely sin
I will never go to jail
Though you may lead me to a hospital bed
I won't deny, without you ---
I'd be better off dead.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

25 + 0

It's early because I still have time. It's late because I've missed so much. 

Midnight rides in my dad's firebird
listening to Queen reminding us 
that it's late but not too late. 
That we don't want to live forever. 
And these are the days of our lives. 

Going to the record store
to pick up Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters"
and touching the black cover that distinguishes it 
from the brightly colored albums of hair metal bands. 

Me and Gina sitting in the back seat
tiny legs barely reaching over the end of the chair
We sing along and eat chicken nuggets
from Burger King
Dad always gets us fries even though I never eat them. 
I am a bony little girl with no appetite. 

Kids should be free to roam the nights. 
The night will never look as beautiful again
and I'll never smell the night the same
and be able to take big gulps of blackness
in my mouth and swallow it whole. 

If I had more time and didn't have to go home early
and sleep because of school- 
then I would remember it clearly now
I would have no regrets perhaps. 

It seems like the world tries to get us so occupied
that we fail to realize the important things are right in front of us.
I used to ditch high school for that reason.
Now, I want to ditch society.