Who's going to pay
for all my anxious lies
and my time-wasting words
that litter every cell around me?
I pushed it all away,
I flicked the rope from the bar
and now I take my time
from you; I'm a common, course thief.
Your name again?
Brown eyes and a jumble of palm trees
aren't going to jumpstart my
dormant memory.
I lie here alone tonight,
tearing myself apart.
It hasn't been long since you
ran down your street to the cul-de-sac.
You just laugh at me
as I dream in white light.
I don't think you're nailed to the floor
anymore, but what do I know?
Don't laugh at me
or fling your computer-simulated
guitar strings at my wrist.
You know why.
It hurts. Like a five o'clock start.
Canberra? I remember.
I remember despising it,
spitting at its feet.
Psychedelic spots on the seat in front
which my eyes burnt through.
I was a mere foolish rag doll
cast aside, they uttered no words.
Yet it's late,
I'm inflexible,
and the moon twists my spine.
You die as my pen leaves this page.
written: Monday 3rd January 2004, 12:43am.
