Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Like Any Other

"I'm just about ready to turn this into a movie"

As he dances he spouts theatrics
A jab follows verse
Tongues lash like arms.

You owe it to me.

Should we...

She is a presence, and will be felt
While we pack the past away.

"I had to go see about a girl"

She's still so self-involved.
What changes?

Memory fades of what I used to be
I'll grow old.
Who were we pretending to see?

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