as mean drops fall without those intentions
i flick a bic and steal oxygen from lungs with fake friends,
outside "humans" without dreams
toss hands in the air
for funds they have
but autos in garages are scared.

memories break the glass in my thoughts
for there are folks here that love things i'm not
i'd be with a lover, and not have a heart for her,
she'd cling to me as barnacles do
but i'd  be the child scarping an itch, inflicting self conscious wounds.

run and hide all women,
for there are things that i need,
i'll please you in sheets and kitchens
but if you want my heart, i'll leave you hungry
that's just something
i said before i love you
that means if you don't
i'll just live till the casket alone