TIS 2

Inspite of ourselves we weep
Loneliness is desperate deceit
Left upon untrammeled beds
Flowers rot and turn to weed
Oh this aloneness when I am surrounded by this muck at my feet
The music plays somewhere near my hip
We weep we weep
There is deceit in me
Let these smiling eyes turn unreal
It is surreal to see you smiling back at me
I have my hell to raise
Go away
In spite of me I will push you away
Teeth tangled in the webs of lead
Oh are those my feet
Shall we be careful to tread upon your well-tended mackerel
Or shall be upon our way
For this is deceit
Your smile is a lie
I wanto hate
Go away
It not you I write this for
Then why do I wait for rain
Pretentious posturing
I am fake
Go away
This desperate alones
This is my hell to raise.
Shall I spell check this
Or shall we just pretend
We are good at that you and I
Or is it just me
Let us pretend then our pretensions are real
Confuse me so
Maybe the truth may not be
Oh language language unable, disabled to explain
Crippled words, dripping and soiled do you even care
Do I care that you care
Shall I pretend you don’t.
Oh but desperate deceit I do
I do, I do, and I do
Do I care or do I pretend?
Life’s unending conversation with itself
Why why
Are you a part of it
Or maybe your not
Maybe it’s just them
Round and round the merry go round
And up a hill they went
Listen to your pathetic speech
Aloneness is desperate deceit.

Spell bound, spell binding,
turn around why wont you?
If not for you
fuck you
why does this sound the way it does.
In short vinyl steps,
bind me down
oh take me,
take me in
who is it that said something about shelter from the storm


come in she said I'll give you shelter from the storm
insiduous, deciduous mystery men
take these shaking hands in your and wrench them free
these forests are muddy now,
their scent has turned the stone to rot.
Squelch went the wounded soldiers
in bloody hand grenade rivers.
Its my figer floating by the side.
or maybe its just my teeth.
Alone, macabre dreams turn unreality to fantasy.
Why do i smile as i write this?
What was that line?
In circles we bite down our bits.
Its the horses mouth my bleeding hand
enter at your own risk
beware of dog
said the horses mouth
cantering upon broken stone.
Mindless hands and tasteless tongues
wrap their sinewy muscle around me.
Come in she said I'll give you shelter from the storm.
I can feel my hand shiver.
Shiver shiver not shaken yet.