Author: RKC
Tomorrow I will write the lines
Write the lines that are perfect like a bullet in the afternoon
Lines to feed the air and keep me sane
To burn like a cigarette at the end of the day
Old lines have lost their taste
Been lost in my longings along with my memories
It’s only normal then,
That I should save myself
and pour me whole,
In empty scotch bottles and blank sheets of paper
Read my soul in these old lines
As I find my enemies
In these old bones