Another person in my skin. Claw and scratch me from within. I hear a voice inside the din, I know. And you tell me. . In my delusions I devise. A different face with different eyes.
They went down to the river. On a warm summer night. The air was thick with the. Smell of temptation. . Then he said, "Why don't we lay in the water. Let the water run over me".
Standing at the Argos. Basement where the sex goes. Centuries of seed and stain. Underwater we remain. . Nederlander profile. Round and nose of straight line.
A pretty penny buys you lots of things. A wooden nickel's worth of diamond rings. Good ideas, dozen for a dime. And quarter notes are all lined up in time.
Trapped, silver blue. Plans, utterance. Crashed, turn away. Fate, suffocate. . Doesn't matter how hard I try. Doesn't matter how much I look at you. Doesn't matter how much I say.
Scratching at the surface. Keep the conversation light. Lest I seem offensive. Wouldn't want to be ostracized. . I don't want approval for what I say.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.