Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Retrogression of a 21st century romance

She wore Converse
You stole vans
(I found out from your old man)
The two of you
Stalked music trails
Hand in hand
(My life derailed)
You called yourself her man
Traversed time to realign, to see
Just the two of you
(and me)
Walls of air
Could keep you there
But her blood calls your name
Her tattered skin
was curtain called -
(Does it sound familiar
at all?)
Fingers on a map told you
Where you'd live
With her
Before clocks rewound, rebound
Broke down the fourth wall
(Can't say it feels so strange
to fall.)
She tagged herself with a reminder
Your initials
Set to bind her
So you would know
Her body bag anywhere
(I'd want to
hold the glow.)
Then time caved in.
One ship set sail, others docking
Back to early days
Magic music set minds rocking
You're in Converse
(I've Snow-soaked Vans
watching memory
hand in hand.
Just the pair entwined
Together
Just the pair
Could last forever.)

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