Beautiful Makeshift

The news struck my ears like a bell

And, my pose, it was slight, but I might

Have given a hint or two

Because sometimes I am awfully revealing

I hit your ceiling with such great force

As if a big brown horse kicked right through your brain

Not that I am one for your destruction

It’s just my inflections and facial expressions

Might hint that way

Knowing we are such beautiful makeshift

And we’ve got to face it

And, when all of the smoke clouds lift

A beautiful makeshift

I try to hide my face as we wage war

From behind our personal spaces

You won’t win, here again

If I have a say about it

At times I can be certainly destructive

I hit the gas and with such great force

We’re starting at the source – right in your brain

I’m not one for your obliteration

My imagination and perception of you run away

We are such Beautiful makeshift,

And we’ve got to face it

When  all of the smoke clouds lift

A beautiful makeshift.

You and your alibis seem to see the light, where as I…

Well, me and my alibis don’t see a goddamn thing

How much like you to rub it in.

Sometimes I am awfully revealing

I hit your ceiling with such great force and we, of course,

Just drift away.

We are such beautiful makeshift,

And we’ve got to face it

When all of the smoke clouds left

A beautiful makeshift

©2011 Megan Slankard