I sit in the corner,
Drawing blanks and thanks,
Among brushes so loaded with hues.

I whisper the answer
To an invalid dancer who's strokes
Are ill-peppered with clues.

Reflections are daggers,
And purgings are spanners.
Too sharp or too dull for a muse.

Blue Phoenix reports
In that lackluster court,
"This defendant has no pleading to choose."

That tattered "here",
That weathered "now",
The present plays it's card.

This finest moment,
This actor's line is
Read,
                 however hard.

The bare ****** twit-lay,
The amalgam-fed panic,
The tertiary under your bed.

The colors stained wholesome,
The moot-bares non-sharing,
The fake-jawed that leads to your red.

You closet them purely.
You love them with Soma.
That help-sleep that staves off the dread.

But,

Time restarts upon waking,
And age-speed does quicken,
As that ring falls
   from your finger

       like lead.

Would you stay?
You said that request laid down,
Would never be denied.
A sheepish grin, you turn and go.
Our nine is left,
Consolation prize(?)

       --------------

Three out of seven,
To night by night,
To month by month,
Towards something dying.

The story grows,
The self-sight shrinks,
The angry
       boredom
              tendrils,
Tighten 'round me,
Can I leave?
       No.
I'm left and forced to play,
With metaphors and rhymes.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing,
Me?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears.
Denials stick to me.


The load is shouldered with it's separation,
I find ideas, lying in the meds.
You take what you will,
And leave when you can,
To find yourself in another bed.
'No, I'm not, I swear!', you say.
But I can only believe your lies so many times.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears,
It looks like I'm leaving...
I'm leaving...


(outro)
It's anything but clean,

I'll not be your plan B,

It's anything but a clean break,

So we fade,

And we fade.......

There is a girl from the Sun,
Of substance and wit,
Who, I'd like to know better,

And love.


She ankles the grieving
Dark knights of the soul.
She deepens belief

In Aboves.


She nerves me with giftings,
And words, 'that's so sweet'
But it's fruitless, it's no-go,

It's lack.


So I, thumb-twiddler patient,
Sail out round complacents,
I write of her, and dream,

As I tack.

Shave the shades!
You @#cking lachrymonster!
Didn't you see the trees??!!

I weighed the pain,
You upperclip LossTare!
I fretted the beryl's leads.

So, go spend your fendshares,
And leave the leaving,
To those who've found the need!


I'll not retrace,

Your burns again.

You are nervous
      beetled
                      Greed.

I wish for a chocolate octopus,
One that won't melt in the sea.
I want her to grab me while waving,
But still somehow just let me be.

I want her to find me so loving,
And while creatures as her are so rare,
I'll consume her, while whispering sweetly,
"You're more and less,
Than my desire can bare."