imagine i can respond

[Glorious Amok]

snap...
that's the sound i made
i heard it in my head
when i realized that she must
live in this neighborhood
a movie lasts for two hours
and you were there for five.

up all night imagining the nightmares
five, four, three, two...
did it happen yet?
in the fifth hour, in the fourth hour, in the third?
and i know that you lied to me about the condoms
and i was up all night imagining
if that could have been true
how, where, and why would that have been true?
...snap

sugared glass window pane shattering
the sound of vandalisms, invasions, attacks
customarily accompanied by sirens
and sweeping search beams in the night fog
the sound of something inside me breaking
heart? mind? spirit?
damage is still being assesed
there is a time and a place
for professional intervention
i'm bringing in mechanics, veterinarians, gurus
artists, surgeons, mathematicians
all asking the same question...
what the hell broke in here?
some say it looks like an inside job.

locked out of imagination jams
imagine i can respond to my own post
old blue eyes, shattered
puppet shards, broken
the splinters irrepairable
gotta start anew.

[stilltrucking]

yeah me too
I wanted to make one more post for the mad girl sitting on that parapet. Throwing her clothes into the dark wind of a New York night. Did she have an inkling? She had just returned from her date with the woman hater. Her dressed ripped open and covered in mud. I quess I will just smoke another cigarette instead.

and it looks like an inside job.

a broken heart
yes it would have to be
I will put burglar bars over my heart
never going to happen again.

pardon my ramble please

[mousey1]

Yes, but look what came out of it?

All of this!!!

Great stuff!!!

Worth it right?

Who knows.

Sometimes I think so.

Who knows.

Great stuff.