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All those songs from Grease (have nothing to do with me)

by Johnny Crimson

We walk like our luggage
Dead but still moving
A silent square voyage
of brown fucking leather
To a job that scares me

blue

I awake to find millions
of birds looking at me
Their eyes were all missing
And Chirping turned to laughing

I hang out in churches
and younger social gatherings
and wait for the one who looks like

her

And as screams are unfucking
The noise that i'm loving
I glance at the window
A quick look at nothing
And the birds were all perched

there

I realized the're not here
to hurt me or gut me
If i'll be their eyes
then they're just here to help me

As they peck out her windpipe
I thumb through your yearbook
And search for

her

Index finger to last name
Highlighter to paper
It's always the same way

I'll sit and rock in your bedroom
And eat what they leave me
We don't have to make up
or make out with lockets
I'll just kill look-alikes
to see what they're made of

04/28/2007

Posted on 04/28/2007
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Boulender on 05/01/07 at 06:05 AM

nice end to this one. did you change anything since you posted this? i like how you are looking her up in the year book in this one. that says a lot.

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