6PARROTS AND CYCLISTS
swung by on your sick cycle bike,
when i would ride, rake and reap your promises,
like a parrot, pre-planned and routinal,
repetitive to the edge of ruin.
when we were once,
small before the edge of reason.
you'd go fast and i slow,
(slow down for you,)
we were once,
alive before the edge of rescue.
you'd go too fast and i slow,
bikes over bruised feet,
machine over mankind.
swung by on your sick cycle bike,
when i would ride, rake and reap your promises,
reset your love and runaway, un-
like a parrot, perched and pensive,
as blood trails down the driveway to the drain.
A/N: Haven't written in awhile, please forgive if this isn't up to standard and for redundancy as well. I'm trying. (03/07/05)