If I knew it was going to happen to me.
I had already walked down that street.
I had felt those purple lips on my mouth.
I had heard these whispers, that laughter, the warmth of hell.
But I insisted.
Last night I felt someone take my measurements.
I heard a saw cutting wood.
I heard a hammer driving nails.
But I insisted.
I had seen the flowers wilted. That loneliness
destroyed church. That
presence of anyone's picture
as a storm.
But again insisted.
And now I laugh out loud, but tonight
happen again.
And I do not know if tomorrow I'll be able to write.
And I do not know if tomorrow you'll be able to read it.
That I Already Knew This Was Going to Happen. Had
I Walked Down That Street. Had I felt
Those purple lips on my mouth. I Had Heard
These whispers, That laughter, the warmth of hell.
But I insisted.
Last night I felt someone take my measurements. I Heard a
saw cutting wood.
I Heard a hammer driving nails.
But I insisted. I Had Already seen
Those wilted flowers. That
loneliness of Destroyed church.
The Presence Of Anyone,
as a photograph of a storm.
But again I insist.
And now I laugh out loud.
But tonight it will Happen again.
And I DO NOT know if tomorrow, I'll be Able to write it.
And I DO NOT know if tomorrow, you'll be Able to read it.
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