Tony Lepage

Lite-headed, Marlboro pallet
Skin and body plus a little time
Make it dark red Shiraz
Raise a glass to unwritten rhyme

I used to say I would never join the army
Won’t be a part of bad motivation
The grain is hard to break, and hard to see
In the middle, don’t lose your ambitions

My words are easy to ignore, whose aren’t?
I told her there is nothing to hide
Bubbles from above are pleasure for all, she says
The feet below ignore her circles

Always living for the future
Always planning the head start
Can I love and be responsible
I think I don’t know my heart

All the socks are turned inside out
Can’t tell the ready from the used
Without seeing the beauty in this hour
Many still struggle to find meaning

The savage, the opera singer, the taken
The seven of hearts and the cheater
The unrequited and the rapper, all beaten
Who’s next for the conquest?

Let’s fly to the next part
Everything dies if you don’t push it
Gotta find time for living in the now
Silver blocks build a small house

The garbage piles up
The cleaner is overwhelmed
With good intentions in hand
The deed goes undone

I’m tired of the empty glass
Finger prints smear the circumference
Waiting too long leaves a dry mess
Filling it up hides the smudges

Shaky fingers clang the keys
Index, index and middle
Index, index, middle
I should have learned to type while I was little.