poet77

fuck you and love me

tonite I rode thr light rail thinking of you, of me, of this whole shitty world of leeches and powdered donuts walking around rattling on about trivial bullshit. I looked at the faces as I walked though the cars, they cant or wont make eye contact, just stare off or down at their feet, as if the answers were written on the floor. I look for your face, knowing its not here, but needing it to be. I suppose Ive been looking for you a hundred times in a hundred lives, just missing you here or there. A line in a store, standing next to you in the airport, sitting next to you in traffic, hell I probly looked right in your eyes thinking theres another one who'll eat my soul. I sat all the way in the back, watching the lights pass and fade like faces, and thoughts, that is my past, I turn to look at the front, there is my future, I look at the old man bent forward in pre-death pose in front of me- thats my present, FUCK! Im getting the hell out of here and go plot my escape! Maybe next time we pass you might just say-"hello". or at least "not this life, do something productive". C.

fuck you, kiss me.

just seemed right.

lonely feeling-
deep inside,
find a corner
where I can hide,
silent footsteps-crowding me,
sudden darkness-but I can see,
in the silence, of her mind,
quiet movements-where I can find,
grabbing for me-with her eyes,
now Im falling- from her skies,
no sugar tonite in my coffee
no sugar tonite in my tea
no sugar to stand beside me
no sugar to run with me,
jocko says yes and I believe him
when we talk about the things I say,
she hasnt got the faith or the guts to leave him,
but they're standing in each others way,
you're driven back to the place you've been to,
wonder what you're gonna find,
you know you've been wrong-and it wont be long
till you leave them all far behind,
cause its the new mother nature takin over
its the new splended lady come to call,
she's getting us all,
jocko said no the last time-its looking like I lost a friend,
no use calling cause the sky is falling
and Im getting pretty near the end-
smoke filled room in a corner basement, situation must be right
a bag of goodies and a bottle of wine, we're gonna get it on right tonite,
its the new mother nature takin over
its the new splended lady come to call,
she's getting us all.

the guess who.