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The past collides again
pushing this moment to the brim
up and over
spilling out into the future of my skin
I've almost seen it change
come round to me once more
I've almost seen it spin
opening that perfect fatal door
It's not my choice
my passion flows from it's secret source
It's not my will
spiraling down some predetermined course
I wear a veil of introspective doubt
questioning the fear eating me inside
I've not felt like this since that time--last time
Now I'm not sure if I can abide
This collision of memories
This crash of carnal desire
I want to call you lover
I want to call you LIAR
Confused by my idealism and reality
I don't want this to be a solo deed
please join me in a beautiful antiphony
please, you've already planted the seed