Well here I sit,
with cigarette in hand,
a thought biting the tip of my tongue.
A lot like licking this burning cherry,
one spark in the night and slow die within.
Fading like sunrise---I vanish again,
scattering my remains across the floor;
lower my expectations---the glass froze,
half empty of course.
Well there I sat,
with fingers burning numb,
cigarette smoke biting the tip of my sense.
A lot like smelling her Cod fish flesh,
a name slipping through a long sad past-
Drowning in simple objects---she adores,
She tells me tales of her simple scars,
and it becomes clear just how fragile we are;
a whore not worth kissing---a human no more!
Well here I stand,
no use for “if” and “when,”
just the power of flesh within sin.
Phantoms of make believe let dreams descend,
Into real raging fires of lust for gold;
validation of what woman spoke!
Well there I stood…