"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Just For One Day


We can be Heroes/ Just for one day/ We can be us/Just for one day

                                                        -David Bowie

Of course we both know how this story begins

with dust on our tongues and the sting of old dreams,

while they want to know if we’ll lose or if we’ll win.

The invincible world, it just spins and it spins

until my Sunday clothes are wearing out their seams.

Of course, how else could this story begin?

What we know is what we’ve done over again

Haven’t we both been beaten enough to believe?

Let them figure out what we lose or we win.

If we don’t leave now, the doors will close in

And everything return to how it seems

And that can’t be how, how this begins.

There’s room for you here, between me and my sins

if we drive through the night, we could disappear clean

They’ll make their own stories, we lose or we win

Tonight, your voice is speaking to my skin,

assuring me that we can finally be redeemed.

We’ll never go back to where this begins.

We’ll burn so bright in losing that we’ll win.

                                                       -Brent Allard


  1. Thank you Jan! glad you enjoyed it!

  2. I'm a sucker for forms! :-) Nice job!

  3. Wow. This is so beautiful, rhythmic and lyrical. It is just begging to be put to music, I think! What incredible writing.

  4. @ Sweepyjean, yeah i spun the form a bit, but once in a while I'll throw one out to keep me honest!

    @Emm, Thank you. I'm delighted that you liked it!