iron ore

split skulls and screaming kids
blacklungs and broken ribs
a pickaxe, thermos and a lunch
a wife to fuck, as dumb as rocks

caught a bird, with yellow wings
got a bird, who when caged sings
in smoke and ash, the hardened folks
and down the shaft, the canary chokes

all dressed up to go to church
know no god, no soul, just earth
live a life by frozen steel
romanced a girl to cook my meals

caught a bird, who soars above
trapped her young, with false love
shutdown my heart round ‘22
her still beats, an idle tune

when deep deep down below
she has a place not flown solo
a best friend’s nest she takes each day
I’ve earned a life that’s made with clay

it shifts and warps, and all melts down
when going deep within the ground
a bird as beautiful as she is
deserves a heart to accompany it.

*I don’t know if you’ll get it. I said to a girl last week: “Precious things are precious things, and to be as precious as they are, they need to be free.” .. Souls don’t glue together, no matter how much you try. It’s like molecules, they barely ever touch. You can just feel the charge of another, their presence. Live your life like a molecule, view life like an atom, and maybe you won’t be so lonely.

~ by Valentine Ink on November 25, 2008.