WE STAND ON THE EDGE OF AN ABYSS (Collection)
Lying in hiding words of love
asking aloud afterglowing,
"are we just part of someone's hallucination..."
scratching love itches with words of our own devices,
"COME LIVE WITH ME AND BE MY LOVE..." (for now, at least act as if you were getting paid for it)
Watch as we crumble in the winds
and brave as we stand on the edge of an abyss.
Can't pick up the pen to write (note to self)
Obliterate my identity and compulsion AND MAKE MY POETRY RHYME ...rhyme/shyme
I blame MYSELF for this overwhelming thought
screaming inside my grey-matter,
I'll start to believe my former selves are AFRAID of a genuine thought!
Only those speciality clowns of
certain cheerful characters
since they long for rhyme/shyme
in other words:
POETRY IN ANY FORM!
and sinding off-key while flushed with pleasure.
keeps asking you for change...
Yessirree she's wanting that one-of-a-kind,
FASTER THAN A SPEEDING BULLET,
Phone Booth Junkie.
The one I know.
During those thunderstorms
like all lovers, we showed each other our scars.
You...you get younger all the time and it's
interesting to see.
UNDER THE CHESHIRE-GRIN MOON
SMOKE AND PERFUME
BLOCK ME FROM YOUR VIEW
TRY TO COUNT THE STARS TONIGHT
EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT LEAVE
WITH A PROFESSIONAL ATTITUDE
WHEN YOU FINALLY STOP YOU WILL SEE THAT THERE IS LITTLE TO SAY ABOUT IT
AND WE WILL NEVER CHANGE
I HAVE ALREADY BECOME DUST
LOOK INTO THE MIRROR AND SAY HELLO
PUT ALL YOUR POEMS IN BOTTLES FOR THE SEA
JUST WHEN I THINK IT'S SAFE TO LOOK
WHILE SOMETHING RUSTLES IN THE UNDERBRUSH
COLD FINGERS OF FOG
ARE NEW HERE
ALTHOUGH I HAVE ALREADY BECOME DUST
AND OUR HEARTS CATCH THE RAIN
FORGIVE THEM FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO
AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE AND SMILe
WHILE MY FINGERTIPS SLIDE ACROSS YOUR SKIN
ONLY AGGRAVATE YOUR CONDITION
SO STARE INTO THE DARKNESS OF MY DREAM
ALTHOUGH OUR DREAMS CAN CHANGE ANYTHING
EVEN AS LOSING IS STILL A POSSIBILITY
YOU THREATEN TO CUT OPEN YOUR WRISTS
THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF TRUTH IN ADVERTISING
I WONDER WHY WE IGNORE
THE AGONY OF DEFEAT
WE MUST FACE THE FACT THAT
We become ONE OF THEM
LET ME EXPLAIN MY OBSESSION
DO IT WITHOUT SOUND
AS SILENTLY AS THE DESCENT OF A STAR
AS YOUR ELECTRIC HAIR SLIDES OVER MY SKIN
THE SALVE OF DARKNESS
LOOK LIKE THERE IS NOTHING WE WANT