buried deep within myself
inside all these fashionable shadows
quivering in hallowed veins pumping
innocent blood
swimming in sins
the riotous laughter explodes as
the tears
become crocodiles whimpering
as their paws have been
pinched with pins propping
up my favorite pieces of artwork

as i delved into my existence
as i became the things no longer present
as i once was the smiles and figures
riding through outer space
kissing fair maidens
sleeping in coffins
rummaging through a world of fascinations
piecing together who i might be
who i might become
in the reflection of this mirror
staring now at a man
who was once a boy
a memory
lies hidden behind diplomas
behind computer screens and handhelds
the carrying case
carrying my will
as I am no longer living
no longer that which I dreamed to become

a mighty figure striking down
from heaven
remembering what was said
now done in paint by number
how many numbers are left?

how many times can i write these same sentences
or come to these same conclusions
or rephrase my heart wrenching recantations
until they call to me
they call out as loud as the music blaring
over these phrases

we are here to dream and die
and live and lie to the world
we were even here, sire

in majesty,

your majesty,

shall i drink this poison
lest I become a dreadful bore?

04/27/2005

Author's Note:

Posted on 04/28/2005
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