NOT HERE
I’M A DISCARDED BOTTLE,
AWASH ON THE SHORE,
PICTURESQUE BUT VACUOUS…
WITH NO LID, I’M FLAT,
THE EFFERVESCENCE DISSOLVED,
MY HEARTS NOT IN IT.
AND I WANDER THE BATTLEMENTS,
LIKE HAMLET’S DEAD FATHER,
PLAYING OUT THE SAME SCENES.
I WISH FOR A NEW STORY,
TO HAVE AN AWAKENING…
BUT DON’T BELIEVE.
HOW DO YOU KICKSTART YOUR LIFE?
WHEN YOUR ENGINES GONE…
YOU ARE JUST SCRAP!
YOU CAN TELL ME TO MOVE ON,
BUT WITHOUT MY SOUL…
I HAVE NOTHING…
NOTHING AT ALL.
DALE ‘M’
