It’s like biting into a lemon, Or choosing the wrong pill Offered to you by a bald man in dark glasses In some wonderland fantasy exalting a looking glass, When you choose to chase down memories… Like a white rabbit bolting down a black hole.
I reconstruct you necessarily… It hurts – I shouldn’t do it, But inevitably. And I compare you to everything; To everything in it’s right place, Clinging on to what was, Or what should have been.
Whoever you are You were the root of a root, The sky of a sky of a tree called What If At the bottom of my glass, In the first place that didn’t know my name.
You controlled me for a second With your eyes. With your hands. But now you handle me remotely From somewhere I don’t know And will never be.
You would say things like “Don’t you think That just for one evening The stars should be Multi-coloured.” And you Smile sheepishly Wishfully, Then stare at the bottom of your own glass And then say “Anyway There’s a thin line between love and hate It’s so easy to have feelings of hate For someone you love - You end up caring too much, And then they do the slightest thing wrong to hurt you And you hate them for it. That’s how I see it anyway.” Or something like that.
As for me, I intend to sit and read. Then I will smoke and dance. Because the way I see it, I live in a city with no memory, The way money is between good friends… And my days shall be lazy without end. Cos the way I see it, Love makes you solitary, And all at sea.
Contemplate universal facts that can’t be helped, like – Straights smoke quicker than rollies. And yes you can say “this happens to everyone” No doubt it regularly does – Probably because you can go anywhere Dress as someone else. You’ve don’t that, I can tell.
I guess what I really want to know is who are you?
Here I am. Reeling at the very idea of remembrance. In my own historic battle, Perpetually considering you. Y.O.U You owe ME. As I crash land, Heavily injured, Into a room you might call “Square One”, Questioning just how it is exactly I’m here again.