transparent like the powder i wore
on Friday, being reclusive nomad,
pushing aside all smart ass reasons, i
left my fortress home, for us
this hour and a half means nothing
along the shoreline, through the rain
oh, fast as dreaming,
i traveled. excited like this sea
and it was storming
and then. you are the shelter
too good to bare,
i begin to question
the eyes are all of a sudden moist
you’re comfortless. thus madly tender.
the girl is coming. more real than real.
she’ll clean your mess.
she did in august.
i do not hate her.
i pity her for
she is as hostage here as i am
i smell like you and sex
and she is present, watching
soon it’s her turn
i want to throw up. i am nowhere
still have no place.
another man is out there.
he has some room for me. he waits
while i deceive with you.
oh, how romantic.
so you get strength to throw up
for that, i am impaired
i don’t believe you
when you say my name
i am the snake, remember?
you are the one who charms
i am there only when you are not
oh, you kiss the gentlest when you know i am hurt