Everything Will Change.
November 14th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
I’ll be the grapes fermented, bottled and served with the table set, in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman.
I’ll be the fire escape that’s bolted to the ancient brick, where you will sit and contemplate your day.
I’ll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in an open tab, when your judgement’s on the brink.
I’ll be the phonograph that plays your favourite albums back, as you’re lying there drifting off to sleep.
I’ll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity’s done to you.
You won’t have to strain to look into my eyes.
I’ll be your winter coat, buttoned and zipped straight to the throat, with the collar up, so you won’t catch a cold.
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town, and kiss you on the mouth. We’ll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene, start a brand new colony, where everything will change. We’ll give ourselves new names. Identities erased. The sun will heat the grounds under our bare feet, in this brand new colony.
