By Gala
Date: 10 April 2000
You and Your Damned Eyes
Oh I was smooth as silk, together---
had sent your ass packing
down the road to my heart
thought after six weeks
that I had kicked all my bad habits---
you and cigarettes
in one fell swoop.
And yes, I was all that---
cold turkey, not a quiver.
Only I avoided occasion of sin.
Went no where near the coffin nails
or you,
and woke this morning
with King Kong sitting on my neck
pounding his chest
and screaming for me to indulge
in something that will make
my chest hurt,
give me shortness of breath
cost me far more than it's worth
in the pleasure department
and for absolute damned sure
shorten my life.
I haven't done it yet---
but if I weaken
I'll take the coffin nails.
They ever promised death perhaps,
but they never said a word about love,
and I never assumed
that if I gave them my loyalty
they would at least attempt
to not hurt me.
You look at me
with eyes iced hard
have gone into the next glacier age
and expect my heart in instant stasis
ready for the next warming stage.
There may be life
beneath your ice and frost
you cold son of a bitch
But I don't care
to waste my breath
hacking through the grey shit
on the off chance
that I will catch a glance
of something like love
in your eyes again.
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