cubana social | williamsburg | 26.08.12

by veepho

With a bag in hand,
arm and shoulder,
Go to the future faith,
in y
our ideal gun holster.

Get in touch with nobody,
that is and isn’t all,
that yo
u had hoped for.

The people get off with,
you in hand and shakes,
an awful little glimpse,
of fra
mes, stills and uptakes.

Get in line with everybody,
else wh
o is and isn’t yours…
mine, or h-ou
rs,
Through minutes, weeks but bottomless bores.

Huddle down your life,
and as
semble to the lies they kept…
away from their mind and
very much open-swep
t.

Listen hard and listen closely,
The bells and whistles can tell.
You a
re about to embark,
on a lackluster journey somewhere between here and hell.

You made it your own,
and got shunned by all,
so you gave it nothing,
by givi
ng your all.

Keep one your love and listen to your,
Life is a funn
y whole,
between you and your aspirations,
of some
thing more than an afternoon parole.


xx

-v

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