Jonnie and Estelle: Learning to Bail

March 27, 2010

I shred paper while

You shred the lines

Of a concrete skyline

Deep into the twilight

Of those loitering eyes

You loot for their affection

Gain speed- grind- find connection

I'm punching numbers on

This calculus calamity

I sweat so much you

Sense the smell of me

You punch the posers

Prostrate, pimpled noses

And prance around the

Punishing, pork filled cruisers

Knee pads are for losers

You say with your

Face full of searing iron

Your upper lip is on fire

I soothe and dab the scabs

That are suddenly scars

Mouthful of molten tar

I'm so tired of bailing

On our amateur hearts