Get Your Premium Membership

Bones

The one thing I miss about smoking Is staring at the stars Breathing in the moonlight As we coat our lungs in tar Did it make us happy? I don't know Let's bury bones Lock them in the closet Roll it to the sea 'Coz don't it feel like home When we don't know who to be? Let's bury bones I'll bury you And you can bury me Let's bury... The time you kicked the table Told me you were fine I don't know if it was me Or if it was the wine Did it make you happy? I don't know Let's bury bones Lock them in the closet Roll it to the sea 'Coz don't it feel like home When we don't know who to be? Let's bury bones I'll bury you And you can bury me Let's bury... Memories hang like cob-webs I can feel them on my skin Every punch and kick we gave Every shadow that we've seen Do they make me happy? I don't know Let's bury bones Lock them in the closet Roll it to the sea 'Coz don't it feel like home When we don't know who to be? Let's bury bones I'll bury you And you can bury me Let's bury bones I'll bury you And you can bury me I'll bury you And you can bury me Let's bury bones.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 8/29/2011 4:15:00 PM
Gracie, I'm a "closet smoker" in that I do it on rare occasions and never when I'm among people. The burying of past memories comes through very clearly in this write. There is a "stream of consciousness" quality to this write that I admire very much. Love, Carolyn
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs