Friday, December 15, 2006

Seemingly...broken

"BREAK/UP (OVER)"
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et

afraid to break
glasses
and throw things
onto the floor
ruining them
and maybe
splintering glasses
like smashing pumpkins
all the shattered pieces

afraid to slip
off my feet
and fall, keep falling
down tunnels
full of sand
and dust and
breaking
apart
with heavy blows
afraid to lose hold
and lose

slippery
slipping

letting go

when you're given something, it's handed over, and you just can't keep it up right, just fails and it all stumbles over, so sad, you might ask why they keep giving the clumsy a chance, for you know they'll be getting angry, managing to foresee the worst, constantly, you're almost preparing your excuses in advance, nowadays

so afraid to break
rules
my own
especially those
about
breaking

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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