Jan 232011
 

When I listen to The Wall, I think, that is my life,
And that could be me, and that is just how they wanted me to be.
And that is the  time that I didn’t  spend…

But I have just been interrupted,
And asked to turn it down

Nov 122010
 

I remember once  a birthday when I cried,
about the cheers of ragged parents
pressing hope as all the prizes lied,

I remember once a birthday when I cried,
and broke the ragged hope of those
who struggled to provide,

I remember once a birthday when  I woke
to seamless jeans and pleasure spoken
and then proven by the silver tongue,

And underneath a spreading tree
that through the window took a look
and through the winter sunlight, shook.

I remember once a birthday when  I woke.