march 22,2005

track .5


i really
need you
to see those
huge hush puppy
eyes dripping
out onto carpets
and moonpies
and little
debbbies eaten
just so
layer and layer
peeling the
paper skin that
nimbly protects
this paper heart...
spitting...not a full rain...
to get lost in...to lose my head
if it weren't for you-
and i strain for
you to eye
to eye contact...
taking your hands
placing them
over my heart
pledged and vows(until death does her dance)
and it's crazy
how i can never
get warm anymore....
nutrition is a force to be reckoned with.
and so back to square
one of these days
you'll blanket all
of the sad bits
and pick up the pieces
years of solitude loathing
and soliloquys
to dark cars in
traffic singing
a silly love song
.... alone...
and alive...
and trapped vegetative
heart this complex
brain activity
that wants to SHOUT
from the rooftops
but chooses to
stay still
instead.