You can keep your sentiments
and all your love attachments.
You can keep your loneliness too
because I have my own.
You can keep everything that draws your face
or expects you coming through the door
I’m going to free myself of you, all of you
I will free myself of you and all your things
that lingers alone and anticipates
when I don’t need them anymore
I will free myself, free myself
free myself from you!
Easier for you to rip me out
rip me out, out of history
replace our ghost with
how long it takes a device
to catch my pulse.
You say I’m foolish, uncomplicated
when I saw you crystallized far further than your catalog chatter:
bringing the world up to speed to your gospel.
With your, I think about every scenerio
my mind is big, and therefore I think…
Do you have a shadow box? Even as
when the morning is bright?
And what do you do with it ?
Have you ever wondered what if you
were asked to dance naked in front of
well… friends, would you ever try to be yourself
in front of a narrow mirror?
You couldn’t possibly know how much you mean to me
you couldn’t possibly know, even as I try to tell you
limited by the expression of a syntax, I’m left with a lisp
trying to pronounce joy. I’m only a jester with failing hands
a useless mime, forever maimed by the unforgiving allusion
the imagination of life without you.
It’s terrible being alone when what you want, the one you want, doesn’t want you.
It’s terrible being alone when all you’re stuck on is the last time you saw her dance
dreamy, she makes you laugh when nothing does anymore, and your shoulders are relaxed.
It’s terrible being alone when you have to wait in line for the one thing that makes you forget.
It’s terrible being alone as you write about your ghost, as hope with its glory pines away.
The galaxy
filled with stars
shooting firecrackers
fleeting exuberance
the aftermath of a thunder
enlightening a skeleton.
Las Vegas says she’s too afraid, too afraid
my dangerous touch on her delicate skin
made up with precaution, made up of rules to bend
because I ain’t got nothin to lose but the end
Las Vegas says she’s needing someone stable
yet she’s at my ramshackle table with those hungry eyes
with those sweet lips that I brush so, so gently
tellin me I’m not the one oh Las Vegas
tellin me there’s no wedding moans
behind doors that only just groans
she’ll leave me, leave me suddenly
my bed early in the dawn will howl for her trace
my danger, my dangerous love
recking reckless will grieve over her midnight kiss.
