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(broken skin) getting old

by Richard Paez

find yourself a rose and peel
slip-rip petals one by one
scatter them, they’re worthless now
and dance child, dance
till your feet are red, red perfume
and sing child, sing
just like you always used to
and when you slip-fall
the world is red, red bleeding
forget child, forget
it’s all worthless now

open the window, please
and let in some fresh-fresh sunshine
let me breathe again
choking’s getting old
my fingernails are dirty and
i think i need some fresh air


find yourself an old car, like in the movies
slip-turn across the freeways
don’t take me home, it’s worthless now
drive child, drive
till the world is red, red slip-by
and sing child, sing
the radio temple reconciles
and when we slip-crash
the world is red, red bleeding
sleep child, sleep
it’s all worthless now

roll down the window, please
and let in some fresh-fresh wind-chill
let me dream again
waking’s getting old
my wounds need new dressings and
i think i need some fresh air


and when we get there i’ll sit with the boys
pass around cigars and talk about the old days

take me home please
take me home

10/18/2002

Posted on 10/19/2002
Copyright © 2020 Richard Paez

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/11/04 at 01:36 PM

you paint a vivid picture of the fact of mortality... yes, sing child, sing... for our days are numbered, so we must make every moment count... this is an outstanding piece... blessings...

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