FLAGPOLES
Like two wild flags ripped of their poles and floating together aimlessly.
It just Doesn’t work.
A flag needs a pole in order to fly.
My heart aches
each time that
I think of your smile
What would it take
Just to bring back
your lips to mine?
Don’t show me the road that’s been traveled by most
For I’d rather just coast by the skeleton’s ghost
Don’t prick me with fire as I lay out to roast
Pourin’ gas on the fibres of all that we know
I’m already floating on gardens of rose
I’ve returned to my essence and let out the smoke
I’m far fetching moments to star trek the show
Though I’m learning for always I’m no longer chocked