If you could lift the carpet of circumstance,
what is it you’d hope most to find?
Am I as grandstanding as you think
or has a new pornography tainted your mind?
A play-land where you are the victim
of every crime under the sun…
The silence was a stun gun
Are you calling me a liar?
Too many times I’ve had to prove you wrong,
Didn’t you know I was this way all
along?
I have no alternative motives to spare,
Let me show you how little I care
The stalactites look like they’re crying
— Do I look like I’m dying?
Whatever the case, good riddance again
I can’t bring myself to be moody over the loss of your company
Albeit I might I think of you from time to time,
You’ll never know this
And it’s bloody murder for you
I don’t even get it
What the hell is the deal?
I thought I made everything abundantly clear to begin with,
My good looks are my only appeal
I’m too emotionally independent;
You’ll blame me for the way you feel
And that’s fine
but I won’t apologize to you in a million year
You’re just not important enough
for me to stoop that low

M

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I sat beneath the high-rise crying —
Indifference is a hard candy rotting our sensibilities
Echoes bouncing off of the stalagmites in my mind,
A cave the field of awareness is expected to prosper within
Hey,
I’m not lying
I better learn to fight fire
Apologies are acidic, I can hardly stomach them…
Under mossy circumstance, the silence seems like murder
Too many times I’ve had to hide
But last night I sat beneath the high-rise and cried
My heart is a vacant pleasure palace built by narcissism
I heard no other distant tales,
and so I jumped right off the rails
Whatever secret disdain wrinkles my karma,
at least I’m honest about it
There was no space in between myself and my canteen singing for summer rain
Churned me golden anyway
And somehow twilight hour cryptic
sculpted the moon into a cynic

M

Waltzed into my life
Prouder than Strauss
Our vacation home, love,
Will be a madhouse;

Unraveling me,
unscrewing my screws
But you’re still the one I choose

When without you,
You crazy thing,
I couldn’t live —
I wouldn’t want to

So dry your eyes
Quit making such racket
And slip me on
Like your new straight jacket

M

I won’t say goodnight
— again
I want you to stay
so we can sleep in
I won’t say goodnight
Not if you go
I want you to stay

Never has another savage stolen me from you,
Not yet
I’m scared of the way we start to talk,
Burdened forever by this song

I must confess finally
a tumor on my pride is spreading,
I’ve been humiliated now;
I simply can’t stand loving you

You know I hate to see you cry
When you cry,
I’m yours
If you cry,
you’ll keep me a while longer

M

You’ve ripped me apart,
my devices are frowning
I’m neurotic with lust,
My equilibrium’s drowning
and it’s just like a man
a sweltering tropic
to make me sweat bullets,
or misanthropic

M

the sweltry sundown did not cast a single smile
once the grimace of our culture was no longer ideal
but I did not pluck these moments or become hostile;
nowhere ego could be found to steal
Rather,
I was exhausted,
foreboding an uneasy eternity,
this exile my personal torment

M

Emerald glowing amethyst blues
Lost in the mountains, chartreuse
I never thought I’d be the one you’d want…
But back then, I was just a child
Bastard minx cosmic dust spreading wild
Slave to triviality, little confidant —
Now
I’ve written limericks since you’ve gone,
On the nothingness I dwell upon
And in the distance between ourselves,
I’ve only grown more tired and gaunt

M