Saturday, 4 September 2010

Sometime

Is that weird,
Strange whirring like radios,
Strugglin' to tune in
To your gas.
Stop taking my
Crazy ways an
making me,
Car zany.

I love you sometimes.

Is that music
Strange blurring todays with
Tomorrow's yesterdays
I'm in a bag
Leaving you carrying.

I need you sometimes.

Is that a question
Marking me out for interrogation?
I'm handling goods
That aren't mine at all

I'll call you sometime.

1 comment:

Zpiral said...

Speeding past like races
Catching the tears,
From the blurred-out faces.