domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009

Something stronger than old bias

She will not bail

Will she? Will she not?

Only the room should be a mistake
Only the walls
Never the blood

Steal your present
Not the future still

I check
You fold

Another line. Another sentence, please.

I rest my head upon the table
I will not bail
It will always be your mistake

My gain
The mirror is on the table

I rest my life upon the mirror

I raise
Strangely it sounds better than to rise
Whose word now?
My mistake this time.

Thought you would always be my partner in crime
You bet I was yours

but then
in another town
the dry begin to cry

in the same old another town
in the same old skeletons
in the same almost

almost always far apart
almost always far

There's more than a straight flush to end this
More than mathematics
More than academia


So you have what you asked for


We always get what we ask for

So why won't I ask for you instead?

Why won't you ask me?


we both know a simple clue acts always as the necessary glue
to mend this
to sever this

and it always strikes as a kind of instead
and as a kind instead
numbers adding numbers
and for the time will be

And we both know I am not in the queue for winning a cue in your latest movie
We both know when it's a lie
Feel no shame



Enjoy the game

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