sdrawcabackwards

Books written backwards
Songs sung the same
Authors in ourselves
anonymous by name
Ideas flung forward
in pride and in shame
Shields ahead of spears
autonomous in game

Put your back behind your hands
Place mine on the hood
Today it pays to be the bad guy
We´re punishing the good

Gifts being rewrapped
Lights gone dark
Matches taking fire
extinguishing a spark
X is getting lonely
as Z becomes the mark
Y stands in between
vowels elsewhere parked

Forget what shines in light
See where midnight lurks
Today we flog our normalcy
and then massage our quirks

Umbrellas block the shade
Shelters allow the rain
We are wet by nature
Soap washes in our stains
Pillows make us restless
but they´re not the ones to blame
when we throw away our comforts
and open doors for pain