Gord

2026-04-18 08:52 pm

Dry fog, fight songs, 
In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone, 
A dry cough on a live vlog.

What was it I lost?
The right to be what I was?
The fight to be what I'm not?

From my thoughts: Fuck off.
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, 
Live in trap houses on Mary St.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Drunks, who can never play in concert, 
What was it I lost again?
The right to be what I was?
To fight to live and die on a cross,
Live life on a cot?

Instead, I'll climb the hill to the top.