I told you I was sick of lies
(Something inside of me churning)
And you looking at me with those kerosene eyes
(In the dark I can see you burning)

I thought that it would be so sweet
Your gods with gargoyle faces
I layed myself down at your feet
And got all tangled up in your laces.

It looks like waving from where you stand
(Can't you see I'm drowning?)
I grabbed your leg and burned my hand
(The wires kept me from frowning)

The onus that you layed down on me like a wall
Washed up on your shore
I lived there a while with the little black ball
Cause you couldn't hurt me anymore.

I can't remember why the puppet rebelled
She cut her own heart strings.
But the shrimp and the turtles are coming unshelled
While the girl in the lean-to sings. 

Unfortunate sailors are writing the way
And the crackerjack babies paint on my scars.
I promised myself I'd come back someday
While I bound my neck in the strings of your guitars.

07/21/2003

Author's Note: i wrote this poem long ago....at least 6 years, now. i was seartching online for the program of a show i was in, and i came across this on someone's personal homepage(they had given me credit, no worries) along with another poem of mine, "standing, falling." i don't remember these hardly at all, but i figured i'd post them on here and see how the community reacted to them. so...honesty, anyone? i'm curious. this was an interesting find.

Posted on 07/21/2003
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