where there should be none-
between them and you and me and someone else-
transparent slices of skin place one over another-
don't you understand- nothing is the same just because of a few simliarities-
there's this way I move in my mind-
you've never imagined and will never be done again-
Make out a list and look again maybe you'll understand-
Our satisfactions sit in different chairs-
Often a closed book-
I take much to my grave-
So much to understand, that dosen't need to pass my lips-
Maybe it's just that I like the quiet understanding-
that I have with so many-
With so much keeping us two different people and so much more keeping us friends-
maybe it's the same--
Spaning the sky-
Exploding into each other-
Trailing down-
Paint streaks-
Making puddles-
Splashing on to my face-
I'm standing arms open wide-
Stray cold flecks of color all over my clothes-
the shapes are all there-
Eternally changing--
Smiling-
Glorious-
1996---
It weaves around people-
Walking backwards-A picture taken in my mind-
See the sun-
Zombies never glanceing out the window-
Their ears shown shut-
They never hear the cries of their childern-
As the darkness engulfs them-
I'll eat yur young frist-
It whispers-Whispers turn to laughter-
Destory yur future-
Til there is no more laughter on the playground--
1996
I sit here and ash on the floor-
No evil in this action--When everyones mess is more-
I walk in quiet and slow therea lovely crunch under my boots-
Mingleing with with noises to loud to hear-
So I can sneak up on you-
All I do is give an evil look laced with the best Intentions
I find great amusement in this senseless mix I see-
I don't look beyond the surface-
There's not much to read-
A swirling mass of insecurities-
Faceless masks turning quickly away from me--
Here I sit with my beer in my hand-
A sarcastic raiseing of the eyebrows laced with the best intentions-
II'm surrounded by souls whom seem closer than bllod-
They turn up the noise to drown out the crap-
Smoking like chimney's it's our greatest disguise-
Wait that's not true-
We have very little to hide-
Hooting and halloring at each others noise-
Here I sit till with an eviil smile on my face-
Laced with the best intentions-
We walk after hours-
Brains open wide-
Amibient sounds and color swirl in our wake-
We speak more in hours than most do in years-
We smile quite freely-
We have noting to fear-
Frowning with uncertian grace-
Resembling nothing or maybe we are-
And here I walk with a sinister clumbsy grace-
Laced with the best intentions--
2002
