.home.    .poetry index.

 

 

3-26-00

 

Beautiful boys, playing next door

Watching their eyes, 

Piercing the sky,

Beyond the skin shines through the layers of stars pulled down

And placed inside

So now I'm scared I meet my match, but its all holding me back,

All those lies burned down the chapel

The streets are wearing me down, time to slip underground

Those pretty eyes see through and I only wish I could find a page to put them on in my book of things I only wished for,

So now I'm counting cars, passing in and passing by, now I understand what its like

A taste of being alive, no running this time, I'd rather taste it now and bleed later then to close it off