Extreme Doldrum
grooveamatic
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I yearn for Spring
the way drowning people
yearn for the time moments ago
when they were not drowning;
I am suffocating in this skinless desolation,
this rainless airless shithole of purest Time
(dear friend do you remember that terrible time
years ago when drunk beyond reason
I shouted at you that you did not know how to run a family,
how it was your fault she had left you for rehab and a different life
elsewhere
and I threw that empty red plastic cup at the refrigerator
I have never been so damned mad my friend
and you told me that I belonged in rehab myself and then you accused me
of terrible nameless things I had never done
I wanted to puke I hated you so much just then
I probably did puke and later that night I drank all your cooking wine
even though it tasted like ass and made me more thirsty than saltwater
and I left you laying there on your couch a familyless wretch
well friend I suppose I am apologizing for that
but beyond that I want to express the sincerest of desires
for that whole fracas to happen all over again
before I experience another fucking day of
Winter)
the way drowning people
yearn for the time moments ago
when they were not drowning;
I am suffocating in this skinless desolation,
this rainless airless shithole of purest Time
(dear friend do you remember that terrible time
years ago when drunk beyond reason
I shouted at you that you did not know how to run a family,
how it was your fault she had left you for rehab and a different life
elsewhere
and I threw that empty red plastic cup at the refrigerator
I have never been so damned mad my friend
and you told me that I belonged in rehab myself and then you accused me
of terrible nameless things I had never done
I wanted to puke I hated you so much just then
I probably did puke and later that night I drank all your cooking wine
even though it tasted like ass and made me more thirsty than saltwater
and I left you laying there on your couch a familyless wretch
well friend I suppose I am apologizing for that
but beyond that I want to express the sincerest of desires
for that whole fracas to happen all over again
before I experience another fucking day of
Winter)
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And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
nicely done, groovematic, very nicely done
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Thanks Olderman, long time no see!