knowing

you know.
its cold grey after taste,
impenetrable concrete.
Kulbardi means magpie.
you know.
AND THEY'LL ALL GROW UP BIG AND STRONG.
and even if you never fit the bill,
whiskey poker, piano madman,
wandering alone through mediocre.
a rendition of one too many
i love you's.
one too many scars left to admire.
an undying thirst.
at least the noose,
the driving,
masturbating,
swerving to avoid kangaroo,
suicide bomber.
the line in the sand that drew these borders,
fences and wars.
this bullshit we call death or love.
even if it is just words,
at least you know.
and i know.
it's something.
anything
to stop the silence.