Backstories
BACKSTORIES
We were rich with pocket lint
Time is money
And every cent
Was spent
……………………………………………………………………………………………..
Years ago before I died
I walked away from your side
And cried
I was blind and sight I sought
I moved away, worth what I bought
I thought
Compass changed, a northern view
From far away, with vision new
I stared at you
I discovered wealth is pelf
In that place, so for my health
I smacked myself
One day I left that state so unkind
Returned unaware of what I might find
You were in mind
I came back home, my window taped
On my sleeve my heart was draped
But you said you were raped
And with that word you spawned a fugitive
The hate you made was punitive
Diminutive
The soaring noise
Clocks fly so fast
A regression sound
Now in the past
I live at last
Projected voice that sounded strong
I aimed at you and in a song
I was wrong
I close my eyes to see what gleams
I woke up
Can’t trust my dreams
It seems
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