See Lonely Larry lost in his
******* fantasies
knowing he'll never
not be utterly alone.
Using whoever he can to
forget who he is,
actively ignoring the scars he leaves on them.

There's Twisted Tina, she's hard to miss
her only friends, flies and spiders
she lures them in so sweetly
then perversely plucks their legs and wings
then squeals with delight
watching them suffer.

Hiding beyond,  Wicked Wray
who paces with her vile sashay
refusing to acknowledge
the lives she stole away
pointing fingers, calling names
but it's only her reflections in the mirror
she has to blame.

I see Androgenous Alice
hard to tell if it's she or he
doesn't really matter because
she or he will use whatever
she or he has or doesn't have
to take what she or he wants.

Senseless Sara, watch her run
far and away
with her unibrow furrowed
chasing the demon rabbits
unleashed by her careless couplings
not even worth a word of truth.

The list goes on and on....
Swaggering Stevie
Malevolent Mandy
Cat with the Claws
So many more
banging their heads in the padded room
lost in thier sickness and disgrace.

I'll take that compliment
my "friend"
as I can see that we agree
on one (and only one) thing....
my superiority

Made the decision
I'm gonna grow down
Sink my roots deeper
Into the ground
Seen too much of life
To let myself drown
Shakin you up
Determined and bound
Got me
Got you
Let's get busy
Let's get found

Can't seem to shake
this sense of dread
whips and chains
makin a mess in my head
the voice of the universe
bellows loud and clear
so how is it
that we choose not to hear?

You dug through the trash
Searching for something in
The refuse
Now all you want is me
And you will never
Get it

I never lived in the dump you frequent

so many she's
the strains of sickness
hoping to stave off the  
infectious bacteria
and avoid the noxious
contagions
they didn't care if they spread

Once a field of lush green
laid out under sun and sky
roving in waves that carried
herbal joy whispering sigh
Now in this vortex of
cloud and dust
rusty blades lie
flat and crushed
The storm can't pass
anchored by unseen chains
choking to be revived
by the drowning rain

We aren't given a guidebook of the
    life in store for us.  
The best we can hope for
    is a life with
   maximum joy
     and
      minimum suffering.


I struggle with the thoughts....

Have you ever imagined being
     fatherless
     partnerless
     rudderless....?

Small graces that I never did.

So I only had to experience each
once.

Despair that now I am.

A warm feeling-
or rather a layer of ice melting off
my frozen heart-
washes over me
when I read of
your
Alone-ness

Such a deserved state
for one who took solace
from others
with
your
lies
and
double-crosses

When you pretend to be a friend
you will only have
pretend friends

Such a shame you
took
and
tore
the gift of a sacred heart
from one who embraced you

Perhaps you'd not be so alone
if only you could have made the choice
to be
true
authentic

*Pathetic

I see the fool standing there
as though she is separate
from me

The one who allowed you to
drink away my dreams
The one who provided you the
hatchet that
hacked my heart
The one who
turned a blind eye
from your shrouded truth

You hid  behind that waterfall
and
acid spray now eats my flesh

There's the unintended damage
you scar and scorch my earth
the erosion and desolation
obvious to
you
and
them

Sweet slumber send me somewhere sorrow doesn't dwell
Let me gently settle at the bottom of my deepest well.
I'll float each wave rhythmically rocking in every swell.
Cradle me delicately and enchant me with a magic spell.
Take me quickly to escape this empty shell
Allow me to forget how and when I fell.