Take your first steps like a man, into worlds that just don't care. Write the lamers off just as soon as you can, then let feet be guided to avoid a scare. Oh I've taken a view of walls. I've taken a path of streets. I've taken up a life of shops: the walls where path streets meet. Where I might get you a diamond ring. Oh tender memories in a jewelry box. If I knew for sure that my heart's for you, I could decide on some things and buy the rock. I'd buy candles and serenades. I'd buy-off-the Molotov cocktails and crazy fools but— we believe in lands of love. *
Started while residing on Greenwood Pl. in Syracuse, NY; 1989 or 1990, aged 22 or 23.
*The last line is basically swiped from New Order’s “The Perfect Kiss” where it’s sung
“we believe in a land of love.”
Love this poem; great sounds and thoughts!
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I like the sudden transition from romance to violence with molotov cocktails. Really adds to the ambience of the poem. Nicely done!
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