#1
dedicated to the second drummer of pavement, may he rest in peace. c4c. ots. etc.

corner piece
two lanterns sitting between
our lusher forests and denser greens,
i haven't held myself in such esteem,
counting the sweeter flakes of confetti,
since i was maybe your age, or younger,
so full of the context and short on the meaning.
i yearn for maybe, stolen kisses on the forgotten isthmus
that bridges what was and will be, but
i've always been more clark than lewis,
i've always been so fucking homesick,
and i don't even know what i miss anymore.
but maybe in the quieter moments,
the candid gleams of blood left pooling on concrete,
i don't have to think so hard,
i don't have to try so much,
i don't have to belong to anything.
but most days,
i'm not looking for the picture on the puzzle,
i'm just hoping for a piece.
Last edited by NGD1313 at Dec 22, 2009,
#2
i think its good, the writting makes it seem really quiet, O.O and pretty much the only way i can think it would sound being performed would be read , with maybe piano or something behind it ??
Sorry if Ive offended some kind of Punk God I should brush up on my Commandments of Punk maybe copy down the Punk Bible a few thousand times so I don't forget again sorry for my error O Punk Master Of All Things That Are Punk .