Please don't cage me up, Ive got a million things to say
You and I felt the same when we broke it down that day
Let's keep it real and sometimes fragile your lips would tremble the words   I probably paid no attention because to me you were frugal and absurd.
Wanna share this bowl of cherries with me babes, No,Ive got no time for u
Have these reports, chores and school work to finish, gdamn where were you.
It's really getting cold in here baby can you feel the chill in the air
Not really sweets she said to me as her exotic curves grazed the chair
Where were you when I needed you when I cried out for you in fright
I'm not to sure what mean honey you know I was with you last night
You know to come to think of it, it is getting cold in here                   especially when you prefer other naked bodies shivering wet with fear
It's like this coil of rope that I have so I can more thoroughly reflect
but now I understand more fully it was put here for my neck
You don't ******* need me and you sure as hell don't care, whether I live or die tomorrow as long as you brush your hair.
So I live these last moments for you and the dreams I had for us and the self pity and gluttony can now be over and you can finish the trust.

in a cool nights air she took on the comfort of her bed and rested her weary head and gasped for air convincingly because she yearned for the smoothness of the sheets to suit her evening ritual...of sleep

Binged and popping pills. Drinking when it suits me, OK! not really!. So my mouth is real dry and my nose is caked with white flakes of god knows what. I know the internet is full of so much **** that it's an endless destination of last resorts. Brain matter and whiteboard debris slipping through the cracks of the wooden planks that they called upper east side mahogany. The walls ran cosmic and were still consumed with green stained heat pipes that retained this odor of olden days and foot powder. Where did I place myself when I opened the door and saw the crimson marauder laying before me? Where have I placed myself? Where is this place! I'm looking up, I'm looking up, I'm looking up and my fists are clenched and I anguish @ you. Where have I placed myself! WHERE HAVE I PLACED MYSELF!

(Gotta have life insurance to be a responsible person in today's society)      "Need to be clean cut and tight lipped to get where you want" said the 5ft 9' ******* on the street corner who just sold me a dime store pen. " Gotta take the ins and outs like a man and worm your way through these hapless streets EVEN when you don't have to!" The more the relentless vagabond spoke, the more I wanted to lash out and dice up his tongue as a blender would @ three speed. But I didn't. I held back. Kept hearing this faint melody in my brain with words spinning round and round. "Tick tock, tick tock, what a **** a doodle doo making a run for it, a run for it, a run for it, may day, may day, may dayyyyyyy".  I really do like the early spring month's.

Normalcy?, what the **** is that! When you ran around the block in a t- shirt and those vintage laced ******* screaming "an eclipse isn't to be had!,an eclipse isn't to be had!", what did I do? I stood there, I stood there and waited patiently for you to come inside. The bottle was still corked, the venison covered and the album of the evening (Ok Computer) turned down. Nooooooo!!!! Was that good enough, Nope!, I think not. You reluctantly came inside because you had to ****, but not before you babbled a few one liners from every ******* motion picture we ever saw together. Remember that time on the cliffs when we almost lost it all and the car was hanging on 2 tires off the edge, remember what you said to me? I do,... you leaned over in that bright flowered day dress that barely covered your body and you whispered in my ear. "feel me breathe, feel me breath baby." and that's when I first took you.

I've got nothing. In the world of words and here I exist non-complacent,ready to jump into anything.... I sat with a flower and it only outdid me. I once turned down a flame and it bumped up and burnt me. I took a leap of faith and it leaped up and bit me. How did he do and who did he do it to to make it all surreal?

Had it never occurred that I needed you. My washed up face and energies spent on the splashed and slashed price tags of our youth. The cigarette toasties and the perfumed hallways melted in the background of the wooden spoked wheel. Looking strangled from the hung & hitched ceramic body with incense laden sprawled askew I can now appreciate what that once was. Plaster always surrounded us in our uniformed uninformed day by dazed existence that went on to makeup our evolutionary now that is. I went my way and you yours and I fear forever that our paths may never cross. I recall this blue and silver pen that I received from my father years back...and like you, it is also non replicable and irreplaceable. Like Clouds for all but gone.