Limbo
Hunched over and holding a Zimmer frame
Limbo
Waiting for a call that is never - ever going to come
Limbo
The day draws nearer as the blinds on the window begin to shut sealed
Limbo
That's what they call it, hanging on every single word and action
Limbo
Bend over backwards. Don't bother in even trying. You're bent over now.
Limbo
Pull that duvet and run a bath and play some music
Limbo
Don't listen, just watch. Watch my lips move up and down in slow motion to the rhythm of this beat
Limbo
Don't bother in even trying. It is all done now. It has already gone by and it is told and told to whoever passes you by
Limbo
There once was a prizefighting cop named Mick
Whose two fists flew furiously quick
He saw a big rowdy drunk
Whose awful breath really stunk
Mick flashed his badge, then took out his nightstick
But that drunk was truly a great poet
And his whiskey-fueled lips really showed it:
"Hey, cop, watch my lips
As I rotate my hips
~ You're a mite light, and everyone knows it"
my poet death
die me blue
my pale
breath
i
breathe
for you
let me
touch
you
there again
watch my lips
sip from you
sigh for me
again
then again
sigh poet breath
breathing test
sweetness
from
my
poet
death
The scripts are burning
With a fearless gasp.
Scholars forever yearning
For the now lifeless grasp.
A single thought
Of disarray.
A night well fought
With a light that couldn't stay.
The flames grow
Licking the ill lit stars.
We'll forever know
Of these remaining scars.
Follow me below
Dear Queen we love.
Do not watch the show
Of words thrown above.
Watch my lips
And hide your tears.
Knowledge forever slips
From our burning ears.
We are living
In the fires light.
No chance of forgiving
What happened tonight.
Go back and erase
All lively memories of this place.
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