do you hear that?
it's the sounds of s i l e n c e.

the only tampering of my
unclogged ears
is the weathered breathing
through flared nostrils.
i lay there, suspended
captured by the intoxication,
and something comes to mind.

short.
circuit.

it didn't have to be like this...
it's all so needless...

(i feel like i'm on layaway,
on a shelf. waiting for you to come
pick me up when it's convenient.)

well, i'm
sorry
princess
but there is more
to the world than
your petty demands.

you a r e
an illusion
whether or not
you'll admit the lies that
slither through your halfhearted views.

your eyelids are closed
but you're smiling a saber-toothed grin
knowing all along just how easily
the untainted can be roped in.

we both used to ruin
cities of souls.
we both used to be nero,
don't act like you're devoid.
let your claws go, pull your fangs in.

i won't
let you
drag me down.

i'm regressing with time, you see.
returning to a world of cartoons
and pj clad saturdays.
'cause i'm far too old to be innocent
and far too young to be jaded.

06/11/2003

Author's Note: this one is also an improv, inspired by kim. she rocks my socks. oh, and thanks for the advice. good call rarah. :)

Posted on 06/11/2003
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