07-06-2019, 09:24 PM
To die with the heart intact,
to live as if all is possible.
Lights flash in all colours 'possible'
zigzagging or starred out like fireworks.
Send me September.
Send me oodles of noodles.
Send me seeking some sort of redemption,
locked in a memory stick
or with a nude in a garden.
To give something back, small tokens,
bottle tops shaped like the past.
Those bright hallways,
rock and roll careening
wall to wall, room to room.
What was kissing then
but an endless pleasure.
I know it's corny but it's true.
to live as if all is possible.
Lights flash in all colours 'possible'
zigzagging or starred out like fireworks.
Send me September.
Send me oodles of noodles.
Send me seeking some sort of redemption,
locked in a memory stick
or with a nude in a garden.
To give something back, small tokens,
bottle tops shaped like the past.
Those bright hallways,
rock and roll careening
wall to wall, room to room.
What was kissing then
but an endless pleasure.
I know it's corny but it's true.