I know its not an actual poem...its kind of my first.
I don't have a title for it. Suggestions are welcome.
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Its down in the alleys and the pools of piss
We watched the sun rise and talked about the power of myth
About whether a wandering clown could ever truly start to live
Its just another night, another motel, us talking about things better left unsaid.
Or a friend I forgot long ago, letting me sleep on his pull-out bed
Faces blur my mind and I know they won’t last
The greatest friend in the world, will soon be a memory past
And, me, I haven't eaten in days; my appetite can't fill the gap
I just poison my blood and wander through the hours
Hoping to find an audience that will smile and clap
So I clean the paint off my face, I say enough is enough
I’m up at dawn; I’ll kiss your sleeping head.
I'm leaving but I don't know where to.
Yes, I’m leaving but I don’t know where to.
: )
I don't have a title for it. Suggestions are welcome.
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Its down in the alleys and the pools of piss
We watched the sun rise and talked about the power of myth
About whether a wandering clown could ever truly start to live
Its just another night, another motel, us talking about things better left unsaid.
Or a friend I forgot long ago, letting me sleep on his pull-out bed
Faces blur my mind and I know they won’t last
The greatest friend in the world, will soon be a memory past
And, me, I haven't eaten in days; my appetite can't fill the gap
I just poison my blood and wander through the hours
Hoping to find an audience that will smile and clap
So I clean the paint off my face, I say enough is enough
I’m up at dawn; I’ll kiss your sleeping head.
I'm leaving but I don't know where to.
Yes, I’m leaving but I don’t know where to.
: )