these streets are clogged with ball and chain, <br />faces walk with owl eyes, carry <br />bags of last kisses and goodbyes on telephones, <br />“tonight” they say, “love will break these chains” <br /> <br />so they go in doors, out doors, into <br />new beds with messy sheets <br />searching for little stars on ceilings <br />and a summer goodnight kiss <br /> <br />they search, I search, all search <br />for little promises spread on scrabble boards <br />for weaknesses in brick walls <br />for love which none have ever known <br /> <br />now I say things like “tomorrow”, I watch <br />suns rise, suns sink, children walk <br />down alleys in the dusk, come back <br />saints and devils, thieves and bible bangers <br /> <br />I have found nothingness <br />no breaks in brick walls <br />no prophecies in scrambled letters <br /> <br />father god, this earth is your ball <br />you walk in circles round the sun <br />“love” you say, “I have never quite <br />figured it out”<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-i-say-things-like-tomorrow/
