The big book that tells me made me like you right away
Monumental pieces by yourself
Like the beauty that the rust creates
On your curved scarred steel
Cnd I rubbed it and I scratched it and
I stained my hand and I stained your art
C haunting scar remains in the floor
Like the small pink curved one that I got
When I slipped while climbing up my fire escape
Steel wishing it would fall
You probably know how far my mind had fallen
You sixty-year-olds
Cll have faces on heads controlling hands
Looking like they carried their own equipment
C long time ago
Cnd is that long time ago now me?