We all Float down here
Full of liar's hot breath,
I swell up, fly away.
You stab me with the truth
I crash back to the ground.
I cannot fly again
Truth logged inside of me
I cannot fly again
Too heavy to take off.
“keep your mind on the road,”
You always would say.
“Heaven's for pretenders,
And hell's beneath your shoes”
I dreamed your head
popped like a leaky
balloon spraying out all
over the stony ground.
Full of liar's hot breath,
I swell up, fly away.
You stab me with the truth,
I crash back to the ground.
posted by Mike Pena at 11:12 AM
2 Comments:
I cannot stop reading the quotations in this poem. Don't know what to make of them. I like them though. You sound a bit like Ricky Roma in this one.
I am not sure what to make of the quotations either. But, this is the narrator's story, not mine. All I know for sure is this is something that was told, or indirectly connveyed to the narrator growing up. The narrator does not believe (or at the very least, does not want to beleive) that the quotations are true. I also feel that the narrator FEARS they might be true
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