our last last

Our last last

And when the worlds new and bright,
Do you dare take time,
Through the sleepy days, and the restless nights,
To portray or take a form,
Other than a shadow,

In the dust,
You create nicknames,
And watch T.V.
And rust,
Slower now, ticking like
A clock,
Wasted minutes, time,
Metal,
Yet you do not leave the flock,

You stay I stay,
We stay through the movies
And fuck about,
And run down the hallways,
And get kicked out,
And fight and pounce and laugh,

And try to get stuff done,
And get the same old shit,

And do your friends each night you call,
“This is it!”
“This is it!”
And they call back and have there last last
And the futures become the past,

Do not stare at the clock, and see wasted minutes,
For this is our last night, until they shall reverse
And each of the others, were for this day,
Only we could rehearse.

I remember soft careless nights,
Wrap you like a blanket,
Carry you so softly now,
To the screeching sound of electric guitars,
that to love just hurt your ears,
Suddenly when you can’t create,
And stare upon an empty plate,
And warm blood comes pouring from your fingers,
And you scream and cry and but the feeling lingers,
Until, perhaps, for a moment it is gone,

But still there is time to remember it,
And we shall remember our last,
And put it in the past,

Until the warm coke in the dry coke can,
Evaporates into the air,
And becomes one with the galaxy,
I will not care,
That it is not reunited, just meeting anew
And like me and you,
Does not fit,
There is nothing to do about it,

Until you realize that years take time,
And life takes years,
And life is short,
And nights are long,
You cannot write a song,

To describe,
But let our last laugh linger,
And remember it tommorow,
Till it echoes back,
And life runs backwards,
White and black