"The only difference between me and a mad man, is that I'm not mad." ~ Salvador Dalí

Well the sun is surely sinking down
But the moon is slowly rising,
So this old world must still be spinning round
And I still love you.

So close your eyes
You can close your eyes, it's all right.
I don't know no love songs
And I can't sing the blues anymore,
But I can sing this song
And you can sing this song
When I'm gone.

It won't be long before another day
We gonna have a good time
And no one's gonna take that time away
You can stay as long as you like.

So close your eyes
You can close your eyes, it's all right.
I don't know no love songs
And I can't sing the blues anymore,
But I can sing this song
And you can sing this song
When I'm gone.

we do not               but we do

cross this               torture (the line)

 

you took a step               i followed your lead, but

one night, we should have known               night is dangerous, so

 

we went there to               break the rules and

understand why               instead

she broke              he won the game

i did not follow her fragile clues               but i gave back

to learn the truth               a bloody fight, ‘til death

do we part?               questions that don't matter but

why do i ask?               the ideas burn.

 

i always pushed               i asked for less rhythm, more

time               rhyme. we never pushed, i always pulled

and i ran               away; i was scared of mirages

from answers to questions we never asked               and now?

 

she keeps pushing               it's hard to resist such

history. i'll keep taking               sweetness. if i'm careful, it's

this time, this time i’ll listen and               this time, we’ll be fine.

 

it's a fragment
a sliver under
my nail
ingrown with
questions and pain
impossible to leave
alone, it pleads
to be bothered.

attempting to sterilize
the infection, I boil
thoughts, prepare to
cut and clean

but my skin is raw
and burns.

than talk to you because
you can't see me.

I thought you did but
then, you didn't, really
unhurt I left. Silly
I thought and sought
to forget and so I did
not later and now

I can't see you.

When you lie in
my bed, and look
out the window–
some mornings all is perfect white
(I did not know how snow fills the air).

When your head lays on
my pillow, your eye
is drawn to the great stains
from the metal washed water
and rusty colored tinge on the shingles.

When you sit on
my bed, with your back
to the wall, very still
you watch junkos, cardinals, doves, chickadees,
a wren, a nuthatch, a downy woodpecker and
some occasionaly sparrows at the seed bell.

But,
When I look at
my bed, and my pillow, and my wall,
there is no you shape to
fill them and see me.