Corleone

It's about a boy, who likes to go by different names. Corleone is one of them.

Through the lines of the road

Someone else built

I can feel you.

Distracted

In the cab, condensed with fingers crossed,

Like a body

Without a soul.

I touch my lips to yours as a martyr

Born of flesh and rubber

Of a god who lives in tents,

By the flint of a cigarette

And the opportunity to breathe…

You choke without my heart

On the leaves and dirty ground

Asunder

And trailing

Off

…

Tomorrow spills over the dashboard

Supplanting the gravel

With pleasure

Watching the night grow

In a hazy fire.

Kindergarten seems so far away.

 

Reviews

[RachelReaper]

This was very interesting. I like the mystery of this person, like everything about him is asking a question, "How much do you really know, and what did I lie to you about, and will you ever find out?" At least, that's what I saw.

[Surrealist]

Thanks for reviewing! Yes, that is the feel i was going for, he's sort of only half-there and mysterious.