The Crack Grows Bigger in
the Windshield of My Heart
You break my heart
like a semi throws a tile,
and hits my windshield -
it cracks a wide, mad smile:
some roads are too long, some roads are just too long.
I can't go on anymore,
I can't fix what's wrong!
You break my heart
with all your conversation,
but there was no logic
to our sweet sensation.
some roads are too long, some roads are just too long.
I can't go on anymore,
I can't fix what's wrong.
You break my heart -
pedal down and spin your wheels;
scatt'ring asphalt marbles -
a devil in high heels!
some drinks are too strong, some drinks are just too strong.
I can't drink anymore,
so I'll move along.
You break my heart
with your cig'rette beauties;
making love like gangsters
in motels with no keys!
some smokes are too strong, some smokes are just too strong.
I can't toke anymore,
It can't fix what's wrong.
5 comments:
Wonderful!
That is a wonderful vote of confidence.
poignant!
Very passionate and full of despair. Love the highway imagery.
Thanks for your kind words.
Some time ago - July, to be exact - I described the scene where my I could see my past mistakes in the rear-view mirror...like spent cigarette butts thrown out the window at 60 mph.
This is a different perspective - eyes right ahead, looking through the windshield, and still not free...
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