Borrow the Actor

The material is a dreadful mass of haunting’s.

What do I become now

Where all lines connect, to new, but old beginnings?

 

The random poets….

So much,

A dime a dozen.

Yet I’m committed to know something more,

Then something less.

 

I confess,

I only wish to dance away into nostalgia,

But dance, I cannot do today.

You are so clingy,

I must perform for you,

Lest you stone me for losing.

 

So I’ll borrow the actor,

Pray he understands.

Since after all,

He lives my life for me.

 

Anyway,

The friends leave 

On their drug induced flying saucer,

And their pointing, gets on my nerves.

 

So, this dark little soul

Will fly off like a butterfly.

This dark little soul,

Swims away with more colors, then you can imagine…

What I believe,

Is what I get….

 

And so, the actor, there he is again,

Borrowed, yet bleeding

In a pile of rubble.

 

Somehow the best is planned.

However, like me,

He swims too far out to sea,

And needs emergency rescue again.

 

So come on,

Activate us factor X,

I’m so tired of being pagan.

zogzog

2012

Author's Note

Artwork by: Vladimir KoniArt Salis