Gord

2026-05-06 02:51 pm

In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone.

For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
In trap houses on Mary.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Can never play in concert.

For a list of things you are:
Nothing like you were, 
Nothing in your arms,
Nothing for the club,
Nothing from your heart.

Gord

2026-05-06 02:35 pm

Look to the sky:
So cool, white.
Like the moon at night, 
You, in suit and tie, 
People, when they die.

Being alive will prove me right...

Look to the interstice:
So cool, divine,
Like the moon in the sky.
You, think of yourself highly,
I fear I'll be alone at night.

Where does that leave you and I?
Basically we are two vampires...

Look, I may not know what's right:
You say you've died,
Like the sun at night,
or women when they cry.

For advice, I apologize, 
This time you'll be standing by,
The light, I feel, will take your life.