shirtless screaming through
the heartland and I used
to smoke cigarettes
too.

she never wanted
to stay: the youth
she had
left demanded it.
now, I'll wager
she's somewhere
in an apartment with
some dandy that
wears sweater vests
to Thanksgiving dinner.

maybe she thinks
about me and my little
twisted heart every
now and again:
like when she's away
from the sweater vest
on the toilet
behind a locked door,
"be right out, babe!"
or toting groceries
through a parking lot
to her car,
or signaling a
left turn before
changing her mind
and deciding to
go straight instead.

and
maybe I need to
stop thinking
about her
especially after
three years
incommunicado

but what can I say?
I've never slept on
a bed of nails
I couldn't
dream on.

Maze of life
Does not describe
How this reality plays

We live or die
Bonded to the destiny
Take me, beauty of soul

Another dread begins
Can you save me?

Or just a masquerade
To show me
The beauty of a rebellion

When I was a young boy
My greatest wish was to be a star
Not a star as in a celebrity
But an actual star above your head
In the sky
Like nature’s best
I’ve always yearned
To be free
A beacon of light
Standing tall
So full of love
A clear path for others to seek
Guiding light shines so bright
A refuge for those enduring much pain
To be someone’s wishes
If I can reach for whatever
It will reach for me too.....
Nothing has changed!

You say goodbye
But you don’t really mean it
It’s just a lie
This before – I have seen it
We’re stuck in time
Destined to keep repeating
You say goodbye
But you don’t really mean it

It's slowly driving me mad
Listening to the playlists you made
Of other people singing
What you never had the courage to say