02-21-2011, 01:48 AM
Broken Piccolo
Their notes devoured me -
with words confirmed in tongue twisters and arching, back-handed compliments.
I was simple.
As I
with fluid,
lazy hands
played them
like an acoustic guitar, moving their muscles and their lies.
He -
my strings,
my bow,
living instrument.
Donnie called 'Cellar Door' the most beautiful line in the world.
We are dumbed to choosing only two beautiful words. That is truly simple.
My strange,
audible heart
is jumping
over unsafe,
electrical wires.
Broken Piccolo.
You have
been perfect.
Angelic ambulance.
Forgotten man.
See love.
Speak love.
Hear love.
Feel it.
Breathe it.
Take it.
Broken Piccolo.
My strangled,
bruised, tainted,
broken piccolo.
There are
times I
would never
want to
fix you.
Their notes devoured me -
with words confirmed in tongue twisters and arching, back-handed compliments.
I was simple.
As I
with fluid,
lazy hands
played them
like an acoustic guitar, moving their muscles and their lies.
He -
my strings,
my bow,
living instrument.
Donnie called 'Cellar Door' the most beautiful line in the world.
We are dumbed to choosing only two beautiful words. That is truly simple.
My strange,
audible heart
is jumping
over unsafe,
electrical wires.
Broken Piccolo.
You have
been perfect.
Angelic ambulance.
Forgotten man.
See love.
Speak love.
Hear love.
Feel it.
Breathe it.
Take it.
Broken Piccolo.
My strangled,
bruised, tainted,
broken piccolo.
There are
times I
would never
want to
fix you.


