We talked gibberish
About nothing real
loose talk and then
We walked
With our eyes open
we smiled and smiled
We laughed together
Then we cried
We are all emotional
We learned value of lessons
We knew the score
Writing new words
We breathe them all out
That’s all in folklore
We twisted and turned
To place them all back
The pieces of jigsaw
Were holding some back
Holding the steering
Let it all out
Shouting and calling
This road
This rage
Has come out
Those horns of devil
I can feel them in my shoes
Walking its hurting
The cold ice breaks my thoughts
So cold and lingering
Just like a corpse
Dead and like lead
My breathing hurts
My lungs are on fire
I watched and I learned
As my car caught fire
Shouting out louder
I can feel them hear now
The wailing of engines
The calling of names
The men in the black uniforms
The men in white all the same
I felt lighter somehow
Maybe I’m dead
Floating out above
I understood
The talking of gibberish
The loose talk
Walking on pavements
The horns of the devil
The rage of the road
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mercsmoon poetry © Malc.Johnson 2009
