forming an action it comes out botched
and my dissatisfaction
has turned it up a notch
the word i'm chasing after has
ridiculed me with its waste of time
i'd like to start another chapter but
there is little that i feel like trying
a second ago it was something different
it's passed, that moment, and was never quite so good.

now i can see you drag your nail down from my halter to my bruise
there isn't much yet still i fail
there's something left i will peruse
the word i'm chasing after has
seduced me with its moist appeal
i'd like to start another chapter but
there is little else that feels so real
a second ago it was living, proficient
it's passed, that moment, and was never quite so good.

i keep on banging on my blotter with my sickly attitude
this rampant hate can't get much hotter
i try to scratch away my nude
the word i'm chasing after has
destroyed me with its awful truth
i'd like to start another chapter but
disaster's claimed my wicked youth
a second ago i was wholly indifferent
it's passed, that moment, and was never quite so good.

- R.K. Finch

Let us know what you think! Send us your feedback...