Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Another Old Poem

No interference
Here I am, vulnerable to you
Flashing my brights
Straight at you
On, off, on, off

I'm a pole cemented in your way
The warning sign of a missing person
The flashing lights of a cop car
A leaf flying dead into your face
The "F" marked on your test
The glare shining off a watch

How can it be that you don't see the sun in the sky?
When was the last time you looked at the stars?
If a car was coming right at you, wouldn't you see it?
I'm torn open
I'm torn apart

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