Friday, May 9, 2008

We Grew Up To Be Gravediggers

I saw the rabbit in the whites of your eyes
your pupils move like pendulums,
but your heart just
drops.
I heard your voice, 
you were singing along
The light rises then it falls 
just like marbles being dropped.
Light up your own cigarette.
This is the city 
and the birds have none to spare.

We've got a box of Crayolas,
but we just draw the Earth ashen.

I couldn't be scared if I tried
because you told me with your tongue, 
"glass hearts mix better broken, 
so kill while you're young"

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