it's hilarious
back-slapping funny, in fact
droning on and on and on,
if they only knew, like I know
where would those houseflies be today?
catatonic lines
swaying dangerously close
to the truth that tries to free the mind
and stuck like piles of fragmented refrains

wayward letters fly around these words
attempting in vain some sense of it all
moronic at best
from their full and supple lips
dripping
anticipating,
wishing

craving just one chance at perceptions of happiness
and eternal bliss
give us a gander at romance, they cry
in unison
hilarious,
breaks my posterior to see them all
jutting out in front,
ha!
give me a break, won't ya

this is no formula for true amour
in the scheme of things
and why should I care, anyway
why should this give me nightmares?
maybe it's because I care too much
maybe it's because I'm deaf, dumb and
way too kind

ironically, I tended to live in those dreams
but since I fell back
and died,
no gift for the dead
no life for the dribbling fool I've become
roll over, Beethoven
I'm Ludwig ...

08/17/2007

Posted on 08/17/2007
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