In my experience some
People can do better
When they don’t get along
You focus on you
l focus on me
Bloody tears
Have a cry out at the park
Solemnly
This is the heart of my defense
Blank slate
Broken chalkboard
Gun powder on my heart
Bad television
Red eyes
Flashing lights
Spit out the bad
White smoke in
Black smoke out
Ooh ouais ooh ouais ooh
Left hand turn
Into oblivion
Remember how grandma
Used to leave the
Handwoven dishrags wet
In the ceramic kitchen sink
I would suck on them
When no one was around
Must not have been
Properly weened
Or I liked the taste of soap
That was put in my mouth too
I was so obedient
I can’t see what satisfaction
That could’ve brought her
Decisions were made
Developments crumbled
There’s no one coming
To retrieve you in the aftermath
You give your own self power
© GÄ
Poétique 