get @baffled

“that’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard”,

love is chemistry, sex is physics; 

he straightens her hair, just so,

suddenly the sum total

of the feckless wanderings

of an itinerant philosopher,

indigent, thoughtful, restless,

the spark of life shines less, and less;

still, he was always pretty good at physics

stripped bare, the open window beckons,

the sky rains glassy pain,

false starts garishly displayed,

drunk by lunchtime, I remember nothing

trembling there, and a little sad,

things fall apart and undone,

one sad soul destined for doom,

still, at the edge of consciousness,

intoxication is much better shared with a girl

time is slipping away again,

so save my soul, you creature of the night,

I don’t remember how to mask the pain,

to find something that is not me

to be ready once again,

you cannot see and feel my pain,

even before the gods and our ancestors,

at least the living outnumber the dead tonight

I wouldn’t try that cheese,

a tourtuous instrument of pain,

running from the devil,

stuffed animals never think of suicide

the setting sun burns my eyes,

a pleasant path to happiness, that’s for sure,

with the ghost of my imagination,

and all the stars up there laughing at me

if I make a promise,

my soul on fire and in everlasting pain,

in a world awash with businessmen ,

aching with regret,

last time it didn’t work out,

choking, choking, the flies won’t leave me alone

on gritty streets and dark alleys,

my lovely cat is planning something quiet and vile,

just to make sure that it won’t go wrong,

waiting for backup on the corner,

the last great hero,

whose brain had been dissolved in gin

all the usual suspects gathered,

and heard the crunching of the leaves,

too quickly she said she had to go,

for she had seen the penguin in my briefcase,

scratch and save is a game we all play, 

for what, you ask? because it’s there!!! 

write this down before you forget /

says Eddie, warm and content with the spiders /

I wandered into the land of the unknown /

slower than the dancing angels /

drowning in dreams I can’t avoid

tired, old, confused /

a feeling that somewhere there’s something I’ve missed /

dust accumulating on my personal effects /

it’s been doing that for weeks

the back garden bright with sunshine /

all’s right as soon as I find my car keys /

come with me, drink my awful wine /

the gentle sound of the scissors ….. snip

between a rock and a hard place /

buried them up to their necks in sand /

the trickster with her warm deceit /

and of her misdemeanors leaves no trace