Reading the pavement.

It's the sound escaping my little box.
I am sick just from how he talks.
As I spend the rest of my life swimming in clocks.
I want you to take notice of the chalk.
Across the concrete, making an outline.
It says to you...
This was my time and place.

And she said soon, so soon it will come you and me.
With a plastic bag for our...
Breath...
And a raincoat for your...
Beauty...
Like a rhythm you consistently confuse the two.

So shrewd.

I lied when I said a slippery word.
With no one around. It sounded cute.
So I justified the time and said...
"I've gotta go."

Cause the outline is in the refrain.
And it's simply too much to never...
See it coming or leaving.

So shrewd.
I should have been listening.
Instead of reading the pavement.

Reviews

[Gary H]

Having failed miserably with a review on the previous piece I want to look at this one. I'm struck by timelines in life, what you say and how it affects where you go and what you do. I get the feeling of walking along pavements following the lines and directions of the stones, not really looking where you are going and waiting to see if you will get there.....

[Angelic Darkness]

I liked this, very creative.