Serpent Hug -

there’s this broad road

paved with oak leaves

narrow sidewalks

curbstones like crooked teeth

and yet you run

in slippery shoes

with threadbare soles

to the rythm and blues

the rhythm swings

with the beat and sings

this last years song

a singalong that we sang too long

now on sore feet

next on sore knees

scraping your hands

graveled streets

with bleeding hands

you gather all your stuff

and you leave behind

what never brought you luck

you’re dashing from

shadows on

black painted walls

you’re reciteing from

your regrets on

a trees unsound bark

you’ll never know

when it will show

it’s face or rip apart

the connection between your

head and heart

and on that day

just be prepared

and spit the words right at it’s face

the words you saved that night that day

and if you raise your voice

you’ll might end up with

a synapse that will make you feel quite reliefed

but without a word to say

you will surely end up with

a million others that will leave you standing there

forever in grief

it meant nothing to them

but meant everything to you

before they changed it all again

the rhythm swings

with the beat and sings

this last years song

the rhythm swings on my blues and sings

a singalong that we sang to long.