Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Silent

Pray for them
I often lose track
So I took a drag
Of my first cigarette 
And I found my head
Rolled down the dumps
Of twenty seventh street

I drew a sketch
with lipstick and sidewalk
Of Newport's edge
Legoblock cliffs
And an ocean that doesn't deserve of silence
I swear, on a dead artist grave

That I found a spot
Where the drunk never got to
And it rocks me gently
Silent, Silent
If I never surface
It doesn't matter
Hold my breath
It's silent, silent.

Diligent
Escape by the water
Not sick of it
It only gets harder
That's no excuse
To block all the cliches and reasons
for kicks

He strokes her hair
Both sitting on sand
and her shoulders bare
nothing to demand of them
Laying back on a lonely stone wall

And passersby, look past it all.

That I found a spot
Where the drunk never got to
And it rocks me gently
Silent, Silent
If I never surface
It doesn't matter
Hold my breath
It's silent, silent.

1 comment:

  1. I think the best part of this is that it will take on a different meaning for everyone who needs it.

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