Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Criminal (in progress. didnt have my notebook on me)

I got a bright pair of shoes and knee high socks to cover bruises,
don't you know that you should've died with the monsters that walk the earth.
I’m not a martyr but I’m not doing myself a favor,
writing down in persisting ink the anecdote of your mirth.
Maybe I’ll write a story instead,
about how we left stacks of coins amidst the pedestrians
somewhere between 10 and 13 at the station
to see if they'd be worth something again.

I apologize for all the glass I’m going to break.
Being criminal is better than being still.
Arrest me only if it’s for your sake.

I have a rat a tat scarf so I look like a terrorist,
I've never planted a bomb, but I know I'm capable.
You don't idealize but maybe you'll i.d. this for me,
why am I backlit by all your scarlet poetry.
Perhaps I'll join the 31st rank,
just to see why those victory bells rang.
They signify the look in your eyes when you lied,
and said I'm why you sing.

I apologize for all the glass I’m going to break.
Being criminal is better than being still.
Arrest me only if it’s for your sake.

You know that I'll sign, so let me sign,
let me sign.
You know that I'll sign so let me sign,
let me sign.

And I'll apologize for all the glass I'm gonna break,
being criminal is better than being still.
Arrest me at your will if it's for you sake.

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