Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Scar Face (Revisited) - Poem by Not Long Left

Deep ravines upon your battle scarred face
Fuelled on sickly sweet strong cheep cider
Limping like a wounded dog up the stairs
Screaming at everyone
Reaching no one except me.
Peter was your name
told me you was like a cat
had nine lives
but only had one left.
And so we sat waiting for the train
just you and me and the non stop rain.
You told me you had been stabbed tonight
got involved in a silly fight with a junkie friend
seemed like all your wounds
came about from spontaneous moods.
To many minds muddled on crack.
soon lights got brighter
and the train rolled slowly in.
smiling with sadness
you looked right into me
said you were gonna use up that last life tonight.
I tried to muster a word
but you closed the book
told me it was gonna be ok
for you was a buddhist and would come back
and live a long life on a beach in Tobago.
many minds are muddled on crack.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, April 10, 2006


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