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Our Old Trampoline
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Sunday, 1st July 2007 @ 02:33:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Watching the blue and yellow lights Across the sound where widows hang their alibis And simple people do simple things Where mayors wind out under kings Theres peace and quiet on a tampered shore
Now Im on fire, there are crosswords on my face Sketched out and numbered, impossible to erase With edged black and white lining My look is now defining, and I can never wash this all away
Time keeps passing Children laughing, children age Now were cracking Honey, do you remember our old trampoline?
And the sky is torn up, between beautiful and clear The oranges bounce the darker purples, the moon seems near Instead of some old chunk of earth abandoned and cold Its more like a stranger I cant help but think I know
Theres loneliness its been redeemed By recordings on message machines With the sounds you feel familiar, but cant hide the pressure Of the screaming inner child underneath
As the sailboats line up like ancient wood Atop the dancing ocean, good And good luck if you can remember Honey, us on our old trampoline
You were bouncing so high You thought youd reach the sky Like the years wouldnt fly on by If only you could try, and reach some point where you could watch From a birds eye lonesome view Of our lives on the streets of an aging avenue
But you came down and landed, see? The springs were just too rusty, I mean, honey, dont you remember our old trampoline? Who knew a jump to immortality could ever be so mean
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
... [
2007-07-01 14:33:13] (Date/Time posted on
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