[ rain drops cover tears ]
if your cold,
& you want to,
we could find some place
to hide.
away from the crazy people
who
hound & torment you;
who
look at you with
prying eyes.
wrap ourselves
in body-heat
wash away the fear
of
all those trials &
tribulations;
denials &
expectations.
...to find our solace
in the place
of a
tear.

[warning-bell]
i'll tell you what i think
if my thoughts can blow away
disappear like a dream each morning
part the clouds to show me
BLUE SKIES!!!
an open mind shall kindly show
the Way.
i'll show you the world as i see it
everything, the up's & down's
the river valley's and the rocky peak's
all the color's & all the shade's
the road thats mine i kindly call
the Way
...
...now that the warning bell didn't
warn you. i am a verbal deviant.
uttering useless, non-descript statements
describe, in detail, my own true madness.
as to blind you as to what i meant
and hide away my Real Big Secret...
the years have kindly kept it...
the road could not but help it...
feign i'm narcaleptic...
washed in antiseptic...
all i have left is
this.

[yeah, YOU!]
in a dark, cluttered hallway
you sit
mumble nonsense to yourself
soaked in those deep, dark feelings
sorrow, pain, remorse, and guilt
you hope someone will see you
save you
from yourself
because, of coarse, its not your fault
you just want what
everyone wants
a little sunshine to themselves.

[goodbye great-grandma]
the gone days of youth
&
youthful thinking
expired
as soon as i
saw
the Truth.
long before the pubic-hair,
changing-voice,
and female cares;
in a chapel---baby blue
my first corpse.
someone i cared about,
someone i knew.
in those playground days
that number was a precious few.
it hit me right there
as i stared,
trying not to stare.
i walked up the aisle
from out my mother's hands
looking at death
square in the eyes.
a child of maybe five?
death looked at me
and winked.
"it's not your time yet,
laddy. but someday we will
meet."

we can either sit and wait
for death
in our office chairs,
lay-z-boy's, bucket-car-seats;
or
take each moment as it comes;
as something precious
before its done.

[#1]
drink up to help you feeling down; laugh as all your feelings drown; into dust & city pipes; atleast, for now, you feel alright; tomorrow will bring problems of it's own; sorrow, i'm sure, will be #1; but tonight needs me sedated; completely shit-faced and fucking wasted; just so i might get some sleep; i don't want to feel a goddamn thing.

[aw, shucks!]
im feeling rather short of breath and
my
heart is pounding in my ears.
kind of like all them goddamn voices
i
keep locked-up inside my head.
my body's numb but,
yet
tingling from
the top of my head to the tip's of my toes.
a sensation felt usually
with
the extacy i know.
every second it builds more & more
& more...

swallow me in those darling eyes
wrap me in your arms to die
let your smile get me high
& never, EVER!; say
goodbye.