Boombox Heart

August 19, 2012

18

October 12, 2011

Night time come
red light’s on
walk the streets
just to eat

and she don’t know no other way
sells her body every day;
when the stars come out to play,
she kneels down but it’s not to pray

this girl’s only eighteen years
already lived through her worst fears
already dried up all her tears
when she cries nobody hears

and she don’t know no other way
sells her body every day;
when the stars come out to play,
she kneels down but it’s not to pray

At the end of every night
she falls down all caked in white
she’s already lost the fight
and nobody cares about her plight

and she don’t know no other way
sells her body every day;
when the stars come out to play,
she kneels down but it’s not to pray

Night time come
red light’s on
walk the streets
just to eat

xxv. The Arts

April 15, 2011

If paint-by-numbers is art,
then what we have is romance.

If karaoke is music,
then what we have is love.

If this is poetry,
then what we have is passion.