walking down a trail that has laughter and purge embedded
I stagger with a crooked smile and a insane mind
I limp like I am in my hundreds
I tatter justifying your ignorance

your pupils are sewn into my wrists...
your darkness drowns itself in me
oh no
I cannot
take
this.

music of mushroom decent play in forbidden tunes
and I welcome them
a stagnant whisper, someone is passing their soul
and there she is that little girl born in early June
I lay on the piano and melt into its strings
I become a theater, making our play
composing its music
remembering those days
I could have loved you
in
so
so
many different
ways


I watch the end of my cigarette burn, and the smoke unfolds
I fill my ashtray
with the memories of the old