Saturday, 6 April 2013


and you care for me you say 

where you study my every twitch 
and curve of my lip ... 
with gawping fascination 
and would you survive without me ... 

and are you talking to me 
because you don't sound
like you had all that great a time
of it ... 

and just wanting to win 
i find myself used to spike 
your work ... and i am not your pretzel ... 



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and its my own 
problem my own issue 
if I've lost myself is that all
his fault if i need to recreate 
a self that never was 

and can he ever win 

i am challenged 
to be real to throw off 
the baggage of blame 
of stereotype 
and really see the person 

that i call on to save 
me from himself 
and when you've lost him 
in the mist and his 
calls echo to the blind 
that he teases in their brilliance

and how are you married
is he the whip that 
runs your motor that 
orders the night out
of its pit ... 

that makes you sing 
scream as loud as a skyscraper 
multi story block will allow ... 

let us prey ... 

and can he tell 
your body what to do 
when you stand there with 
the ugly parts of you hanging out 

and how is he your soul mate ... 

he left you there 
arguing with yourself and 
the ghosts of childhood

the pieces of broken 
mirror lodged in your heart ... darling ... 






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