There is madness here
and love, and truth -
words wrapped
around my neck
in a death-clinch
of infidelity.

There is frustration here
and longing for escape -
songs mixed with
vodka and opiates
swimming in the mind
of a girl wishing
for everlasting
spontaneity.

When truth finds its
way up from my stomach
in a purging of yesterday,
I turn this countenance
to the uneven ground
and build a third person
to manifest
these flaws...

And she never knew
her limits until others
forced them upon her -
"you look like a girl
who would hear a good story
and wish for more of
herself - to grab life
by the throat".

So I took him to heart
and built a noose of
my imperfections,
dangling my naked
complexity and deficiency
from the playground of life,
a spectacle in the city centre
for all the world to see.

06/07/2004

Posted on 06/07/2004
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