07-11 Promises To Keep

If I need to scream,
a J-miraz-slapped down syllable,
into your ear,
I won't,
I have promises to keep,
but I will whisper,
to myself,
not gonna give up,
every time you are near,
so,
you can take all the tea in china,
and throw it on that teasing morrison smirk of your face,
because I already cursed myself,
with love, love, love, love,
crazy,
years ago,
and that was before,
I decided to cross the wide Missouri,
in search of someone like you,
before,
I stopped over,
to watch the northern woods fills up with snow,
near a river I could skate away on,
before,
I shoved that whiny bitch, Eponine, off stage,
to scream a bloody rage of roses into the mic,
so,
just a warning,
my heart beats likes a bubble gum pop stereo on cocaine,

but all you will hear,
when I walk the miles to go before I sleep,

is the piano,
playing,
softly,
gently,
into the night-

there ought to be clowns.