A cup of such and such.
Through candle light sufferance.
A tremolo remembrance.
Gentle across the face.
Though in hue so perfect.
Like Frazer, falling.
my love for you will never die
like the everlasting beat of the stereo.
I'm dreadfully afraid of silence,
so I play the music loud in my stereo--
falling asleep with the ringing in my ears,
like the distant echo of heaven.
kisses gone up in smoke
the day she turned lesbian for her best friend,
and the first time he cut himself
the kids will raise their bottles,
and their parents will raise their fists
they will turn the dial on the stereo
until their eardrums burst,
or their fingertips break
— The End —