Description: Sorry for any typos, computer is messing up with spell check
But Alive -------------------------------------------
No I aint got money for your charities
No I aint got no money for your charities
No I aint got any money for your charities
Keep your hands our my pockets
Don’t take my momma’s locket
I wonder how much my dignity’s worth
Am I a worthless cause
Or a priceless curse
Tell me who the hell asks for a love song
Out of those, tell me, which ones deserve
The time of day
The kind of way
That moths demand from the lightbulb
The way those stars whine
When the moon won’t share
The way the roads expect your time to be wasted
But this aint my time
No this aint my time
And I know good and well
Because its all mine
I remember when swinging was like flying
Its just the wind now
Its just the wind now
And I’ve been watching flying dirt clods
Looking for an answer
But nothing seems to fit
And I’m ready to throw a fit
Oh please
Would you explain this word to me
I’m stuck in traffic
Flipping through CD’s
Is it my fault
That I still can’t see
Am I just using the wrong lens
I pray thanks to anyone who’ll listen
Whether its you or my taxi driver
I pray thanks for the scars on my back
I pray thanks for the sea in my mouth
And the gum on my shoe
I pray thanks to the cigarette
That saved my brother’s life
And the abortion money he returned to me
I pray thanks for the salt that preserves me
I pray thanks for the kite inside my chest
I pray thanks for the twilight stretched
And I pray for those who have yet
To find their knees
Or kiss dirt
I want blank stares
To be blank stares
I know that no means no
I’ve found that children
Have the important questions
I place faith
In the frenzied clicking of paws against glass
I want bon fires
I want good morning stranger
I want well fed puppies
And perfect danger
I want good apple pie
Made with real sugar
I want homemade lasagna
And a juicy burger
I want fireflies on my front porch
I want some time for myself
I want a new watch
And some help
And with my mother’s locket held tight
And a dollar death gripped in my right
I walk home
Tired
Sweaty
Not even justified
But alive
I meant that I'm too lazy to puzzle out what you're talking about! I think it is merely one of my own issues ... I'm trying to write poetry that people can all understand, and it's surprisingly difficult. First thing I had to do was forget about sounding clever .. damn it, why else would I write poetry?? It's driving me nuts.
Submission Name: But Alive
