In My Eyes

In My Eyes

A Poem by Miles

One, two, three, four, five
Live
Givin' me heat at the bottom of a pitch pit
Dead in the head
Too tripped to break a window
All in the middle

Playin' a fiddle in the middle of the desert
Runnin' outta cigs while I'm slayin' these pigs

Gotta run an errand
Jivin' your groove to the tune of the gerund
Sittin' in a circus
Makin' sure my coffee ain't Turkish

Need to get an aisel
Loadin' up the limo with diesel
Cryin' all night in the pillow
Willow
Tree I found in the forest of tommorow
Stop

Burn a cop yellow at the skate park in the evenin'
Trust a pigeon with your kitchen
Bring a flashlight to the forest

But don't blame me
Just 'cause you can't see
What all this means
In my eyes

Seven, eight, nine, ten
Kin
Prayin' at the altar
Wish
It could've been done with a bucket of fun

All out of answers
Bleedin' out the gut in the ER
Lookin' like cancer
Could've been a dancer for the people

More like sheeple
Over the fence to the tune of the cello
Mellow
Left in a hurry for the twilight curry
Sippin' on a saddle in a satellite vessel

Supposed to be back to work in an hour
Sour
Showin' me up to the top of the tower
Sayin' I'm a coward

And I wouldn't care
If you lost an eye to a bear
Too lost to catch a metaphor
Not what I said it for

So don't blame me
Just 'cause you can't see
What all this means
In my eyes

© 2011 Miles


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Author

Miles
Miles

Darmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, Germany



About
I'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..

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