Indestructible
The important thing is to strut, spit and swagger,
Keep in the anger; be cool as a slice of ice,
Keep your hands hooked in a black leather studded belt,
All pointing outwards, cutting others, not myself.
(Sometimes, I have to think which way to wear it).
Passing out by the scarred bars and drinking clubs,
And the cigarette stained ceiling to my drowning pool-hall world,
My eyes are on the watch for a minute second chance,
For a car or a crime or impending punishment.
(Wait till next year when I’m fifteen.)
In my hard-earned concrete gray to grey day rut,
The pathetic sky, like my mother, weeps behind a pane.
I’m a wrecking ball reality in the lives of walled in people,
Suddenly destructive and indestructible.
(Pulled by gravity and swung on a chain)
Indestructible
ReplyDeleteThe important thing is to strut, spit and swagger,
Keep in the anger; be cool as a slice of ice,
Keep your hands hooked in a black leather studded belt,
All pointing outwards, cutting others, not myself.
(Sometimes, I have to think which way to wear it).
Passing out by the scarred bars and drinking clubs,
And the cigarette stained ceiling to my drowning pool-hall world,
My eyes are on the watch for a minute second chance,
For a car or a crime or impending punishment.
(Wait till next year when I’m fifteen.)
In my hard-earned concrete gray to grey day rut,
The pathetic sky, like my mother, weeps behind a pane.
I’m a wrecking ball reality in the lives of walled in people,
Suddenly destructive and indestructible.
(Pulled by gravity and swung on a chain)