Monday, March 06, 2006

Words Flow

Skin shrivelling, shivering,
Shrinking within, imprisoned
I am decaying, listening
As words flow from the gigolo
Foundering beside me
A hapless harlequin curled
In my fist, feigning fondness

It is all moonshine
He will never be mine
He is my courier, singing
Bringing me messages
From the world beyond
These pale walls
As I am crumbling

The metropolis calls
And everything falls


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