[ill]
im sick in my soul
like im constantly dying
day in & day out
and even after 26 years, it
still hurts THAT BAD!
so that, i am paralysed.
with a faint shrug &
a sigh; i-
lock it all away
from you, the world at large.
i bow to make ready for my
emergency escape
"thank you & goodnight!"
i hear myself say
out loud
second door,
stage right.

[otra ves]
the night brought me mixed drinks
and feelings plenty. dined on the
atmosphere & the sure things
that we re there. a push in
the right direction, the
satisfaction of
my obsession.
left dangerously open, lying naked
like that. & the sight of your heart
makes me sad. never more than a
good idea anyway. just a thought.
as if wants could happen
& i'd be happy.