To the magical what are and what is's
That tattle on each other while riding on a naked leather
Saddle
Nonsense from the other side of a lover's fence
The way she preens herself in the afternoon light
Hair falling as if trying to take flight
With eyes that move back and forth
A pendulum of absolute consistency
Round about in Her love which trickles down a recent rain struck
Staircase
Nodding for from the base which breaks and ticks
With a fit of the nick bleeding from a cutting pick
Razor's edge in a pledge of beauty but falsifying cause' of another duty
From hair turned pin points to appoint oneself again
Into humanities mainstream realizing that it may all be just a dream
Where reality evaporates into a sky that slices into pieces like pie
And love was a thing to do when you didn't want to be alone
And hate was a thing to pass the time because you hate to lie
And regret was a feeling that never knew how to quit dealing
And obsession became all of one's reason
To keep on stealing