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Our Old Trampoline

Contributed by Franciswolf on Sunday, 1st July 2007 @ 02:33:13 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Watching the blue and yellow lights
Across the sound where widows hang their alibis
And simple people do simple things
Where mayors wind out under kings
There’s peace and quiet on a tampered shore

Now I’m on fire, there are crosswords on my face
Sketched out and numbered, impossible to erase
With edged black and white lining
My look is now defining, and I can never wash this all away

Time keeps passing
Children laughing, children age
Now we’re cracking
Honey, do you remember our old trampoline?

And the sky is torn up, between beautiful and clear
The oranges bounce the darker purples, the moon seems near
Instead of some old chunk of earth abandoned and cold
It’s more like a stranger I can’t help but think I know

There’s loneliness it’s been redeemed
By recordings on message machines
With the sounds you feel familiar, but can’t hide the pressure
Of the screaming inner child underneath

As the sailboats line up like ancient wood
Atop the dancing ocean, good
And good luck if you can remember
Honey, us on our old trampoline

You were bouncing so high
You thought you’d reach the sky
Like the years wouldn’t fly on by
If only you could try, and reach some point where you could watch
From a bird’s eye lonesome view
Of our lives on the streets of an aging avenue

But you came down and landed, see?
The springs were just too rusty,
I mean, honey, don’t you remember our old trampoline?
Who knew a jump to immortality could ever be so mean

Copyright Â© Franciswolf ... [ 2007-07-01 14:33:13]
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