time well spent.

your eyes are windows
into your soul,
and your measurements
meant nothing.
your thick black eyeliner,
smudged halfway to your mouth,
is a clue.
those sunglasses,
larger than the world,
are signs of the sick.
tell me what you know
of the sick and beautiful.

i can't remove my eyes from
those red and gold tassles.
oh, it reminds me
of how the bees make honey
in the lion's head.
just behind his
red and gold eyes.


some things never change.
i've photocopied
all those things
you never meant me to see.
counter-productive, are we?
i aim to counter-please,
and conquer.
do join the race.
fall in line, or fall apart.
i want to fly so high,
i want to melt the sky.

let me melt.
let me fall.
let me love.
let me destruct.


i've picked you from the line-up.
motives chosen,
and weapon forged.
i never meant such
brash honor.
i've always wanted
an something
like you.
i've spent too long
under your thumb.
the clouds have had
their say.
bring me the ship
on a silver platter.
let us sail away
on a silver platter.

we are not the same.