That time I gave away the words you said to someone better than I.
Or the moment I awoke from that dream I had to realize it was a lie.
The other is where I can't go and you'll tell me no one is there.
I'll smile you'll laugh and gauge my expression while I pretend to care.
I'm not what you want while you keep insisting the opposite is true.
And as with the universe, love, and ***, I've arrived without a clue.
This thing of ours can't be described and is sometimes a little unnerving.
It's not what's said but what's left for dead, that I find a little disturbing.
So tell me this oh shaman so high on peyote and I think paint thinner.
Who wins the war who comes out on top the saint or is it the sinner?
Her love for me carries no weight for it's like that of a bottomless vase.
Pretty to look at though utterly useless it lacks reason more than cause.
You're a vapid source and that says a lot but my patience is wearing thin.
Just tell me the way back to her arms and what bets do I make to win.
The shaman knew nothing so now I'm lost and I can't find my way to you.
Standing before me dripping words so sweet but alas which ones are true.
I think I should go you can leave the door open perhaps I'll find my way back.
This poem is an abortion of random thoughts and desires that have gone off track.