maaaaag

it's amazing what we'll do for a little companionship. throw in the towel and give up a once easy smile for someone else's agenda.

you find that you can't laugh anymore, now that you have a selfish magpie in your ear. you can't hear what used to make you happy; can't hear it over that incessant twittering chatter. you couldn't if you wanted to, if you tried.

she'll buy you some cashmere, some small tasteful luxury; hoping to exchange it for what she cannot get for free. but that smile's not coming.

it's one for sorrow, two for mirth.

Snuffed: A Blue Movie

even your spiteful drivel is mediocre

and here I was thinking you knew me.

you couldn't color my insides

with the Glen Garioch of crayons.

you couldn't reach me

with even the devil as your arm.

so keep your words in your mouth

while I slowly turn around.

'cause here I am on the sidelines

making a soft porn of your snuff.

Us, A Complex Aggregate

The sweetest part of you speaks to the sweetest part of me, in essence.

Synched like the musical ensemble of some obscure operatic love song.

Purple and blue glass threads embrace us, immersed in a complex dance.

We are fine-spun in this "fantastic equation", pulling threads like harp strings.

We are the unification theory, made significant, each by the other.