This is what we wanted but it's not what we got.
"I couldn't even
burn the wood", you said to me,
looking that way for
the thousandth damn time,
as if it was my fault again
that the wood was bad
or just whatever
was so wrong with me this time
and I get heavy
with it all, heavy
under your relentless press
on my aging heart.
Written July 29, 2011 12:25 PM
Modified August 12, 2016 6:35 PM
That's all we have
ReplyDeleteThose were the days
Weren't they
When the world
Like a drum line
had its way
With the street
Feet pounding
To the beat
Drums crash like guns
Cacophony
Bloody metronom
Tick tick tick
Ing
Its way into that
Little hole
Dead center in our soul
Drilling its way
And we didn't even know
If we would make it
Another day
While at night
We lay
As asleep we think
If I move she will wake
Inside me
There is a break
And all I need
All it will take
Is one more hurt
So still that leg
If you try
You might just sleep
Make it another day
That's all we have though
After life has its say
We hold our tongue
Its the only way
Its the only way
Because
We only have a day
We only have a day
Chris McQueeney ©2016
There's a poetry monster loose in the world.
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