Gord

2019-02-06 07:32 pm

Sidewalks broken on my boulevard,
Auburn hair where I used to walk,
Talk, and think of her dialogue.
I'd thought greenery would fall,
Replaced with concrete barriers,
Perhaps I'd talked too freely,
Told one too many tale too tall
To still be taken seriously.
Discreet forever, words picky,
Discrete for ever, world sticky,
Disformity for even worms licking.
Take me away from this place,
For even screaming and kicking,
Seeing worse, feeling indignant.
Not to curse the growing infant,
But the plants must go.
No handlebars rusted,
To bikes comprised of broken dreams,
No van full of children hopeful,
Just a van to the hospital, please,
My heart is about to explode to pieces.