Be
strong
David Brown / George Smith
It’s raining again, but nobody
knows
‘cause everybody else’s eyes are closed
I ate no cheese but the Man in the moon
is eating from my head with a knife, fork and spoon
There is a world that exists - 4.20 a.m.
a world of mystifying mind-game mayhem
with dead fish’s eyes I stare at the black
while my life makes faces behind my back
I’m not making my mark in spite
of love
lying in the dark trying to lighten up
Be strong
Discarded and incomplete
my thoughts are litter on a darkened street
familiar sound bites that chew away
sorrow is the child born on a Wednesday
What if I was here and left no trace?
The hands that clap can also slap your face
Life’s bruises always leave a mark
some you can only see in the dark |
