Asphalt morning
Well sister, it’s been a long time.
Once we were close
but now I have forgotten
the light in your eyes.
oh I thought of you first
when I thought I was going to die
I asked for you to be protected
when I would not be there
to watch your back.
It seems I was the one
who needed watching.
who needed cowering
who needed covering, against
the rape and pillage
of the universe of stars who
owe me nothing in recompense
for their rapture at being good.
I know not where to be
Now
when so many are in between
the days rhythm and tomorrow’s
advance. I help not, for many can
see that today is the mystery
surrounding the look of many
Like you do. It is over there
where the look of many
Is assured against the following
wind. I asphalt myself against it,
tarred and not feathered light,
to be here where so many ask
why is it so in the morning
and not here in the day?
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TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 