in september I thought there was a formula, a frequency, for
making someone fall in love with you
but then I learned to be careful who you dance with, especially the
slow dances that give you double vision
it dawned on me that I couldn't be haunted by april anymore,
that I'd have to taste the sun again and stop hitting my bumper
against illusive fantasy
**** the clown, that evil joker with smiling scars, the one that gives you creature fear
when the voice starts, turn it off
listen to the shores instead, seashell sounds for just
a little bit
it will help me close my eyes against the scene and people like you
tonight please wait up for me- do you want it all? these filthy halls?
we can't always avoid bad karma, or escape psychasthenia,
even when we're filled with loneliness and the scream that begs
of the someone, who are you, really?
you taste of heaven and human emotion but will we last through october?

-c.j.