Shelf Life.

Deeper breathing:
this could be the making of me.
Exhalations of exaltation [not exasperation.]
It's been ages,
how do you do?
Measure for measure,
the cold people
have found wanting.
I don't suppose you'd know much about that,
would you?
Take it as you like it,
but all this [talk talk talk]
just makes the cradle fall.
I can't help but wonder
if words grow in circles,
like smoke rings exiting your mouth.
Taking things for granted,
where is the longitude
of this life?
Away with my heart!
I've escaped through the back door-
all's well that ends well.
Terminal
whilst ever forgetful of the fact,
I'll always remember you at 18.
Give me a witness,
I'll put them in my pocket.
This City won't be sleeping,
why should I?
Marking where I have been
in soul graffiti,
did I leave a mark on you?
Time for a reversal,
a voyage in the dark.
I am one of the night women,
murder and golden lies become me.