Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Disastrous Decision

(did...) You recognize the feeling. (?)
It smells
like (dirty) ol' socks.
You remember the odo(u)r
from previous occasions
swearing a holy oath:
'It will not happen again.'
(Sing it if you dare!)

At sunset you doubt... but
(pronounce almost: bod)...
unhampered by recklessness
you engage yourself
in a battle
(pronounce almost: bottle)...
you can't win
But Being Brave
(forget about Being, I just love the three Bees)...
you're losing yourself
into a childish dream.

At sunrise you're lost.
The heat in your body
left by an un-di-ges-ted 
meal has tempered 
the ambitions.
Scraps for the birds,
(It's raining) cats and dogs.
The only leash is tailor-made,
keeps you in the past
as a remnant.

I don't dare to sing under this shower.
I'm locked in a
Determined Disastrous Decision
(forget about Determined, I just love the three Dees).



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