trophy case

by greek to me

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-02 09:31:00

Parent message is 394930
i’ve never had a trophy case
there’s nothing to fill it anyway
the only material remnants of my life
are black and white pages
and blood on the sidewalk
little drops that people walk over
and twist in with their shoes
the sand
ignorantly with bliss
as the sun shines

i picture you in the future
sitting, as i mentioned one time,
hurling cruel delectable word treats
at he who will never understand
as he fondles the remote control
rewinding rewinding rewinding

my heart will always be where it is
that way, i know where to find you

i dont kiss and tell
i dont have any friends
the gray smoking jacket
you appear to be seeing me in
doesnt really fit that well

i imagine the strands of your hair
behind your ear
i imagine this fully
as i anticipate you here
and i have something to look forward to
and this, this allows me to dwell on something firm
and brings me a smile

i’ve never had a trophy case
i was never really into sports
or games
the only remnants of my life
are black and white pages
and blood on the sidewalk
and the hope of a better time
and the hope that this hope
can be making you smile.