A perfect situation for awakening
To attend the lake
To punish me with what surrounds
nature's porch
It's easier to take
I didn't get on the trolley
Knowing the conditions of adverse paths
Staring into rippled faces
None of which I want to recognize
Neither of them kept me from harm
Of folly that tricked
Me with the mask of charm
My golly why didn't the better twin
magistrate , reprimand me where I faltered
The nerve of doubting God
And here is why I lay with the scorn of
imagination against grass blades
and lily pads with all of favorite
windpipes and jam sessions married to
the absence of lyrics in lonely places
but vicariously of someone else's lair
Reminders that I chose to tear and blaze
into the trigonometry of companionship
with the moisture of regret beading
scarlet flesh encasement
to a world I couldn't conjure
Anatomy which shows no comparison to a lake
Only my bare legs and virgin hair
I didn't wait for the bus
where sincere love would've driven me
dying not to dwell upon you
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-19 10:40:08
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