had a good life
free from the strife
bags on the curb
after garbage day
wearing black
on labour day
I listen to what you heard
but not to what you say
exhaust from the car
exhaust from the dryer
exhaust from the fire
exhaust from the liar
green is the colour of blew
red the colour of what I knew
feeling the feeling of wondering
if we’re through
thrown it all away
grown at all this way
a fence between a flower
and a weed of distinction
the day of today is
a play at extinction
a wonder of dysfunction
have we had enough
play the day away
say you’ll stay
enough is enough
I’m going astray
I still listen to what
the baseball bat had to say
crack in the skull
crack in the ice
crack in the glass
crack in the vice
grasp me tight
free me from fright
say you’ll stay
tell me I’m not a stray
i’m not astray
i’m gone either way.
