Smell like a Smirk

every word that comes to you
with the force of an advice
and sounds that sound
only trying to give a wound

gun shots of every kind
bury your head
in the ground
cover those eyes
and make a run

cant handle the guns
cant handle the light
from the sun
cant talk straight
without getting burned

as orphaned sons of the
crumbling towers of
self confidence
piece together
bits and pieces of existence

walk under the cover
of the night
forking out shadows
and put them up before
yourself as you
give yourself a fight

like a peddler
peddling those lines
as a busker waits for the
sunny day
hoping for someone to
drop some coins

drunk on words
thrusting but nowhere to go
peaking and troughing
through the changing moods

hiding behind the face
that has learnt to smile
as it broods
using as an aid the
smirk that came dangerously close
coming too close as a saving grace
tipping over and sitting
where once used to sit that face