What I Know and You Don't

Contrary to what you may think, I am no goldmine. I'm a lost soul flaying about in a fishbowl, like in that song, only alone. Contrary to what you see, I am not happy. I lose butterflies in the sand and simply watch from under kohl margined eyes. Contrary to what you've heard, I don't say much. I wait for your words to reach me and then disappear. You'd like to know me, I know. But aren't we terribly short of time?

Yours Truly.

Hope's the word for the day

I'll meet you in dreams, then?

you could choose me.

Parting Words To A Dying Night

And I made you some promises, didn’t I?

And we’ve cut some good days, some bad

Because somewhere I let your voice get the better of me

And now we’re getting to the end of it all.

And I made you my world, didn’t I?

Poetic bluff on a Sunday morning

Because someday we’ll be bigger than right now

And maybe we’ll meet again.

the boy who's never supposed to die is actually a chimp

Tethered to your hook
I walk in spirals
Made foolish
Made green
Made bitter and mean.

Where you walk I follow
Peacock feathers and pen in hair
I spend nothing but sighs
Pitiful sighs.

Come-back.

I know its too late to still be around
I know its a madcap world going round in fury
I know I'm losing my mind with every breath you take
I know.

Somewhere I'm saying goodbye to you
Somewhere the pain's receding
Somewhere you and I are bound to relent
But not here

Not now.