Not Long Left
An Anatomy Of Youth - Poem by Not Long Left
(for Anno Birkin 1980-2001)
'Read again my friend, watch how the words bend'
The strengh of youth and its dishonest truth
enabled me to confront the oppossing
decompossing withering and weathered
rules sent from the schools of injustice.
Never one to follow the norm always one
to brave the storm I rebuked and puked
out their force-fed dizzy desires-
threw them into my minds consuming fires.
The sewage that seeps into the sewers
reminds me of you, polluting a system
that once flowed with eternal beauty.
Filling it with shit and not just a bit
a constant supply of murky misery
Staining and remaining till all that once
was becomes no more.
Tears fall and form into puddles,
puddles into streams, streams into
deep dark lagoons where there is no
sight of the stars or moon.
The walls are wet, sharp and intimidating;
I am left shaking, shivering and scared.
Yet over time solitude strenghens ones shell
words rebound and retrace the place
they foolishly fell from.
I have not yet spilt the chalice that's
kept in the palace of senses.
These words are heavy yet they help
to tranquilise this torrid pain that emerges
and shreds and weds the nerves.
Outside all is pretty, inside all is shitty
and that shit on my shoe that sticks
like glue reminds me of you.
The strengh of youth weakens in time
Placed aside it matures in great casks of wine
leaving us feeling dizzy, and footloose.
With hazy eyes we are left to continue the lies
which cling to the family tree, from them to you
and from you to me.
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