i
a  m
positive
that   you
are  made  of
s  t   a  r   d  u  s  t
and  water  balloons,
oil  pastels  and  the
collecti­on          of
settled     sugar
at             the
b o t  t o m
of      my
c u p s
o     f
t e a

Consumer of hearts,
You eat them alive.
They beat as they trudge down your throat.

Your prisoners
climb and attempt to escape.

You are ruthless.
Cold-blooded.

I should know.
You have mine.

True but still funny. A typical cops night.


Dumb Love/Drunk Love

Today I tried to call you
You didn't pick up the phone
I drove bye and saw his car
And knew you weren't alone

I tried to call you one more time
While I stood outside your door
You pretended not to hear my call
And ignored me even more

I decided I would go out back
Throw stones and sing a song
Serenade you with my words
And prove my love once more

You opened up your window
Screamed, please leave me alone
But I know what you wanted
Was for me to keep on going

That guy inside I didnt know
Came out and said to leave
He had something in his hands
What it was, I could not see

I heard you scream into the night
Leave now or you will die
Thats when I saw he had a gun
And the fire in his eyes

I saw a flash and heard a bang
Then I decided I should run
Thats when I knew my love for you
Was over and now done

I saw the lights as the cop's arrived
And watched them search for me
Then I realized that where you lived
Was over one more street

Carl Joseph Roberts