a spark and a breath in

I had to walk across a desert just to find my own feet
I had to break a few hearts just to hear one beat
picking up the pieces now I’m puzzled when I weep
drinking tears to clean my mouth so my soul can simply speak

I had to say everything so I could understand one word
had to watch reality to appreciate absurd
now I’m doing all I can, sometimes they call me Verb
still walkin, still talking, lookin back just like the bird

and I’ve never felt lazier flyin so fast
the world ain’t gettin crazier, we just forget the past
and no we’re not doomed, just consumed by race and class
while morality’s distorted shrinking through the looking glass

chasing after pleasure, feelin just like the Stones
can’t get no satisfaction, but it’s the only way I’ve known
had to get lost in the jungle just to find my way home
it’s like I live at open mics how I’m related to these poems

and this one looks like you baby, so maybe we are kin
and I’ve still got the matches if you need to look within
had to spit this poem backwards so my ending could begin
lighting fires in your eyes with a spark and a breath in

. . .

lighting fires in your eyes with a spark and a breath in
I had to spit this poem backwards so my ending could begin
you see, I’ve still got the matches if you need to look within
and this one looks like you baby, so maybe we are kin

it’s like I live at open mics how I’m related to these poems
I had to get lost in the jungle just to find my way home
and I can’t get no satisfaction, but it’s the only way I’ve known
chasing after pleasure, feelin just like the Stones

while morality’s distorted shrinking through the looking glass
no we’re not doomed, we’re just consumed by race and class
the world ain’t gettin crazier, we just forget the past
and I’ve never felt lazier flyin so fast

I’m still walkin, still talking, lookin back just like the bird
now I’m doing all I can, sometimes they call me Verb
had to watch reality to appreciate absurd
I had to say everything just so I could understand one word

drinking tears to clean my mouth so my soul can simply speak
picking up the pieces now I’m puzzled when I weep
I had to break a few hearts just to hear one beat
I had to walk across a desert just to find my own feet

Advertisements

3 responses to “a spark and a breath in

  1. love love the rhythm of this one…!!

  2. nice one, jonathan tucker!

  3. My favorite poem so far!!!…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s